Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Minor Gold
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracy McNeil
Composer
Dan Parsons
Composer
Lyrics
It's loud in the city where the deals get made
The buildings shine but you're always in the shade
I want the big big sky, a little contraband
Let the time just slide outta my hands
My way to the sun, steppin' right outta the dark
Can't light a candle with a burned out spark
Way to the sun
In the big machine gears grind around
And it's hard to see how far you've gone down
I wanna spin like a top til' I'm in the air
Just to hover like a ghost, be everywhere
My way to the sun, steppin' right outta the dark
Can't light a candle with a burned out spark
Way to the sun
I feel it in my bones, that penny drop
Don't wanna wither like a scarecrow on a frozen crop
I wanna salty eye, California roll
Let my skin go brown, let it hold my soul
My way to the sun, steppin' right outta the dark
Can't light a candle with a burned out spark
Way to the sun
Written by: Dan Parsons, Tracy McNeil