Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchel Slade
Songwriter
Lyrics
Standing alone with you, I ain't alone at all
My conscience is clear, got nowhere to fall
What you do, you've been doing to us all
But what we solve, we resolve for the world
Well it's drawing to a close, my hands held high
There will be no place to run, there will be no place to hide
Oh, millions of miles of grace from you
This gypsy soul will never die
Fields of dreams and nowhere to run
Written by: Mitchel Slade