Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foreign Fields
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Hillman
Songwriter
Brian Holl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Hillman
Producer
Brian Holl
Producer
Lyrics
The candles aren't lit yet
We just became friends, friends again
I drove off my dreams to make you real again
I hung my flag high
I won't ever forget eating my pride
I taste gold on my tongue, see white from my eyes
And when I'm asking for your hand
But you're coming home instead
I'll ask for so much more, never to leave me again
If I leave this town for Tenn., I'll see mountains again
But if I can't see you, I've lost it all my friend
When I'm asking for your hand
But you're coming home instead
I'll ask for so much more, never to leave me again
If I leave this town for Tenn., I'll see mountains again
But if I can't see you, I've lost it all my friend
When I'm asking for your hand
But you're coming home instead
I'll ask for so much more, never to leave me again
If I leave this town for Tenn., I'll see mountains again
But if I can't see you, I've lost it all my friend
Written by: Brian Holl, Eric Hillman