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Will Reagan
Will Reagan
Begleitgesang
Michael Edward Jones
Michael Edward Jones
Akustische Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Edward Jones
Michael Edward Jones
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Will Reagan
Will Reagan
Co-Produzent:in
Jonny Thompson
Jonny Thompson
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I had dreams you were drowning
At the bottom of the sea
When I dipped my hand in the water
I couldn't reach you
I had dreams you were bleeding
In a burning office building
When I tried to stand you up
You fell back down again
It's hard to think I'm saving you
When you're stuck at the bottom
But nothing's worth a damn if it ain't worth a try
One of these days I'll find out
Just where you've been hiding
But when I do I might not see the fire
That burned there in your eyes
I had a dream that you crashed your car
Fell asleep at the wheel
And when they said your name
You couldn't hear them
You were always running
Just to stay one place or another
When your time had come
You had no place left to go
It's hard to think I'm saving you
When you're stuck at the bottom
But nothing's worth a damn if it ain't worth a try
One of these days I'll find out
Just where you've been hiding
But when I do I might not see the fire
That burned there in your eyes
Someday when I see you up there
In your mountain glory
I hope that you're not living
In a shack on Ball Camp Pike
I hope you're in a mansion
That was built for your own comfort
The one you'd built with the hands
That you worked down all your life
It's hard to think I'm saving you
When you're stuck at the bottom
But nothing's worth a damn if it ain't worth a try
One of these days I'll find out
Just where you've been hiding
But when I do I might not see the fire
Or will it be a dream to see the fire
Burn there in your eyes
Written by: Michael Edward Jones
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