Titres les plus populaires de Passenger
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mike Rosenberg
Stimme und Gesang
Matthew Keegan
Saxofon
Alex Boneham
Bass
Andrew Dale
Begleitgesang
Cameron Undy
Bass
Dan Dugmore
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Georgia Mooney
Begleitgesang
Geraldine Hollett
Begleitgesang
Glen Hannah
E-Gitarre
James Greening
Posaune
Jess Ciampa
Shaker
Kerry Martin
Geige
Marianne Broadfoot
Geige
Nicholas Buc
Streichinstrumente
Nick Garbutt
Trompete
Peter Martin
Schlagzeug
Phillip Church
Begleitgesang
Rowena Macniesh
Cello
Scott Aplin
Orgel
Shelley Soerensen
Bratsche
Stu Hunter
Glockenspiel
Stu Larsen
Begleitgesang
Tony Azzopardi
Shaker
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael David Rosenberg
Komponist:in
Mike Rosenberg
Songwriter:in
Matthew Keegan
Horn-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Rosenberg
Produzent:in
Chris Vallejo
Produzent:in
Gordon Davidson
Ingenieur:in
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dave Rowland
Ingenieur:in
Paroles
Well, I met him in Minnesota
He was dark and overcast
With long, grey hair and eyes that stared
Through me like I was glass
I asked "Where are you going to?"
He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through"
He lit up a cigarette and began to talk
"See, the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
My lungs are turning black
Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at school
And there ain't no turning back
They can't tell me how long I've got
Maybe months, but maybe not
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
'Cause I wanna see my granddaughter one last time
Wanna hold her close
And feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Through the forests of Wisconsin
That I knew as a boy
Past the sky line of Chicago
'Round the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed
Where my back is sore and my eyes turn red
Listen to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio
As the sunshine paints them gold
I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls
And I won't stop 'till I get to New York
'Cause I wanna see my grandson one last time
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
Now my time is shorter
I wanna see my daughter
Tell her I'm sorry for the things taught her
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
Lay flowers down for the woman
Who gave me the best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Writer(s): Michael David Rosenberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com