Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Vasquez
Ryan Vasquez
Vocals
Original Broadway Cast of The Notebook
Original Broadway Cast of The Notebook
Performer
Pete Donovan
Pete Donovan
Bass
Emily Brausa
Emily Brausa
Cello
Sylvia d'Avanzo
Sylvia d'Avanzo
Violin
Geoffrey Ko
Geoffrey Ko
Keyboards
Hidayat Honari
Hidayat Honari
Guitar
Marc Copely
Marc Copely
Guitar
Lynette Wardle
Lynette Wardle
Harp
Shane Sullivan
Shane Sullivan
Percussion
JULIE PACHECO
JULIE PACHECO
Reeds
Orlando Wells
Orlando Wells
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Composer
Kimberlee Wertz
Kimberlee Wertz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Producer
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Carmel Dean
Carmel Dean
Producer
John Clancy
John Clancy
Producer
Kevin McCollum
Kevin McCollum
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer

Lyrics

I'll leave the light on, turn down the bed
Heat up the kettle, butter some bread
Stay up 'til midnight haunting these halls
Let's hang our memories all over these walls
Where have you gone?
Just out for a walk?
And when you get back, we'll have us a talk
About life, about war, about dinner, and more
'Bout the sun and the moon
And where have you gone?
Another sunset, it happens to fall
Right into a new day, crushing us all
And night after new night, like the nights come and gone
Living is waiting, living and wanting, living alone
And where have you gone?
Just out for a walk?
And when you get back, we'll have us a talk
About life, about war, about dinner, and more
'Bout the sun and the moon
And we'll go up to bed, wash the world from our heads
Are you coming back?
Are you coming back soon?
We build these walls (We build these walls)
To live inside (To live inside)
And make a home (And make a home)
And shut our eyes and dream (And shut our eyes and dream)
And when I see you, you're everywhere
Planting a garden, biting your lip
Watching the snowstorm keeping me warm
I almost feel you—, you're kissing my neck
Blinking and breathing, laughing and leaving
And the hole in my chest isn't there anymore
Where have you gone?
Oh, where have you gone?
I build these walls to bring you home
But all they bring me is more alone
Maybe I'll move on, maybe I won't
But I'll leave the light on anyway
I'll leave the light on
Written by: Ingrid Michaelson
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