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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christopher Cross
Christopher Cross
Vocals
Michael McDonald
Michael McDonald
Background Vocals
Michael Omartian
Michael Omartian
Keyboards
Rob Meurer
Rob Meurer
Synthesizer
Abraham Laboriel
Abraham Laboriel
Bass Guitar
Andy Salmon
Andy Salmon
Bass Guitar
Mike Porcaro
Mike Porcaro
Bass Guitar
Assa Drori
Assa Drori
Conductor
Jeff Porcaro
Jeff Porcaro
Drums
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Drums
Tommy Taylor
Tommy Taylor
Drums
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Cross
Christopher Cross
Songwriter
Michael Omartian
Michael Omartian
String Arranger
Rob Meurer
Rob Meurer
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Guess
John Guess
Additional Engineer
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Additional Engineer
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
Additional Engineer
Richard Mullen
Richard Mullen
Additional Engineer
Michael Omartian
Michael Omartian
Assistant Producer
Rob Meurer
Rob Meurer
Assistant Producer
Margaret Gwynne
Margaret Gwynne
Assistant Engineer
Stuart Gitlin
Stuart Gitlin
Assistant Engineer
Chet Himes
Chet Himes
Recording Engineer
Bobby Hata
Bobby Hata
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I read it in town in the melancholy news
The front page story is our love is through
The hand of time is cold, I can't stand to hear the truth
Somehow I won't believe it till I've heard it from you
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times and so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
After the years have come and gone
The struggle to forget you will have just begun
We had our ups and downs but one thing's for sure
No one will ever love you more
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
And there's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times and so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
Well, I read it in town in the melancholy news
The front page story is our love is through
The hand of time is cold, I can't stand to hear the truth
Somehow I won't believe it till I've heard it from you
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times, so who's to blame
So hard to tell when you both feel the pain
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we've had some good times and so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times and so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times and so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
There's no time for talk and there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times and so who's to blame...
Written by: Christopher Cross
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