Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Lead Vocals
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Keyboards
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Background Vocals
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Background Vocals
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Songwriter
Ray Fulcher
Ray Fulcher
Songwriter
James McNair
James McNair
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Producer
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Some things in life are meant to fly
And others, they were born to run
You can't tie down up and leaving
Like the changing of the seasons
Good things, they come and then they go
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone
I can say it wasn't meant to be
Or maybe meant to be's misunderstood
Can't hold on to letting go
Or change the way the river flows
Loving her's like roping in the wind
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone
She ain't got one bit of stick around
There's no sense in trying to slow her down
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
Written by: James McNair, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out