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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob Thomas
Lead Vocals
Brian Yale
Bass Guitar
Paul Doucette
Drums
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Matt Serletic
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Thomas
Songwriter
Matt Serletic
Orchestrator
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MARK DODSON
Recording Engineer
Pat Woodward
Assistant Engineer
Bill Synan
Assistant Engineer
Chris Testa
Assistant Engineer
Jon Belec
Assistant Engineer
Sebastian Nicolet
Assistant Engineer
Tony Adams
Drum Technician
Craig Poole
Guitar Technician
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Mastering Engineer
Greg Collins
Recording Engineer
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Matt Serletic
Producer
Lyrics
She got out of town
On a railway, New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
Some things in this world you just can't change
Some things you can't see until it gets too late
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world, man, they don't make sense
Some things you don't need until they leave you
They're the things that you miss, you say
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
Let that city take you in (Come on home)
Let that city spit you out (Come on home)
Let that city take you down, yeah
For God's sake, turn around
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
Turn yourself around and come on home
Yeah, come on home
Maybe, maybe, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Writer(s): Robert Thomas
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