Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trophy Eyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Floreani
Composer
Jeremy Winchester
Composer
Blake Caruso
Composer
Shane Edwards
Composer
Andrew Hallett
Composer
Fletcher Matthews
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shane Edwards
Mixing Engineer
Fletcher Matthews
Producer
Lyrics
That's where I ran out of road
Left a little of my soul there
Broke down, come back home
Momma, life didn't do me fair
Gotta go fast, can't stop here
No time to catch my breath
Never thought I'd end up alone
Never thought it'd break my back
Say nothing, say nothing
Just needed to hear your voice
Keep wishing on nothing
To see your little boy, hmm-mm
'Cause I've been gone so long that I can barely see your face
And now you're just a photograph I kept to take your place
With what the years have done to me
Am I the man you said I'd be?
'Cause I've been gone so long that I can barely see your face
Runaway, come home
Home
Home
Home
Time passes ever by
The sailboats in the night
Silent, out of sight, hmm-mm
Will you recognize me still?
Because I tend to kill
The good that you instilled, hmm-mm
Say nothing, say nothing
Just needed to hear your voice
Keep wishing on nothing
To see your little boy, hmm-mm
'Cause I've been gone so long that I can barely see your face
And now you're just a photograph I kept to take your place
With what the years have done to me, am I the man you said I'd be?
'Cause I've been gone so long that I can barely see your face
Runaway, come home
Runaway, come home
Runaway, come home
Runaway, come home
Runaway, come home
With what the years have done to me, am I the man you said I'd be?
'Cause I've been gone so long that I can barely see your face
Runaway, come home
Writer(s): Jeremy Winchester, Andrew James Hallett, John Joseph Floreani, Blake Michael Caruso, Shane Arron Edwards, Fletcher Dylan Matthews
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