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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Powderfinger
Performer
Bernard Fanning
Vocals
Ian Haug
Guitar
Jon Coghill
Drums
John A. Collins
Bass Guitar
Stuart Darren Middleton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Middleton
Composer
Bernard Fanning
Composer
John A. Collins
Composer
Ian Haug
Composer
Jon Coghill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BlackOps Films
Producer
Nick DiDia
Mixing Engineer
Steve Kempnitch
Engineer
Aaron Giffin
Engineer
Lyrics
I see your shadow on the street now
I hear you push through the rusty gate
Click of your heals on the concrete
Waiting for a knock coming way too late
It seems an age since I've seen ya
I count down as the weeks trickle into days
So you come in and put your bags down
I notice something in the air
How can I do this to you right now?
If you're over there when I need you here
My happiness
Is slowly creeping back now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
It seems an age since I've seen ya
Count down as the weeks trickle into days
I hope that time hasn't changed ya
All I really want is for you to stay
So you come in and put your bags down
I notice something in the air
How can I do this to you right now?
If you're over there when I need you here
My happiness
Is slowly creeping back now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
'Cause I know, I know, I know what is inside
I know, I know, I know what is inside
I know, I know, I know what is inside
I know, I know, I know what is inside
If you're over there when I need you here
My happiness
Is slowly creeping back now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
My happiness
Is slowly creeping back now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
Yeah, slowly creeping back
Written by: Bernard Fanning, Darren Middleton, Ian Haug, John A. Collins, Jon Coghill