音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
主唱
Austin Hoke
Austin Hoke
大提琴
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
钢琴
Betsy Lamb
Betsy Lamb
中提琴
Alicia Engstrom
Alicia Engstrom
小提琴
Kristin Weber
Kristin Weber
小提琴
Kristin Webere
Kristin Webere
小提琴
作曲和作词
Barry Dean
Barry Dean
词曲作者
Don Mescall
Don Mescall
词曲作者
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
词曲作者
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
弦乐编曲
制作和工程
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
剪辑师
Josh Moore
Josh Moore
剪辑师
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
混音工程师
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
制作人
Daniel Tashian
Daniel Tashian
制作人
Sean Williamson
Sean Williamson
助理录音工程师

歌词

They didn't ever say where we were going We just climbed into the backseat Eyes wide open to the picture show outside I guess we really didn't understand it all Remember looking up at them in the front row Hands touched together, almost out of sight It's been a long, hard week, but now the slow release Of a Sunday afternoon And we were only young But they were trying hard to reach us How was I to know That there was something so worth keepin'? 'Cause we were Watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive The sun warms your soul just like an old friend Singing songs along that ribbon of a road And everyone you love is sitting there so close You're never thinking that you'd ever get old No, you'll never get old Just watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive, oh I never said where we were going I just helped them to the backseat Dad just laughed and said, "Son, don't drive too far Your momma gets pretty tired these days" After a few miles I guess they recognized some places And I listened as they reminisced About a world that they had always known And how it's changin' Probably never gonna be the same again I caught 'em in the mirror They were holding hands and smiling Looking younger than they'd been in years Oh, through all the years And they were Watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive
Writer(s): Steve Robson, Barry Dean, Don Mescall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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