Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob Brown
Keyboards
John Tyson
Guitar
James McPhillips
Guitar
Aaron Davidson
Drums
Don O'Gorman
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Smalling
Mastering Engineer
Athena Wilkinson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Right away, I can see you're dangerous, what you dancing about
Right away, you couldn't be a stranger, just another face in the crowd
Right away, you could be a dancer, sipping on water and wine
Right away, I could take a chance here, I could see calling you mine
And the feeling gets stronger and stronger inside
So hold your hands in mine dear, and pull me to the
Dance floor one more time dear, we haven't much
More than the rest of our lives here
So hold me closer, closer tonight
Runaway, you could be a heroine, you could be a round of applause
Runaway, you could be anywhere, you could be living the cause
And the feeling gets harder and harder to find
So hold your hands in mine dear, and pull me to the
Floor for one more time dear, we haven't much
More than the rest of our lives here
So hold me closer
It snowed all day in Denver, but I was keeping
Warm in my favorite sweater, the one that you wore
That week in NYC and now it's my time machine
Oh I wish you well, well I wish you would
I got half a mind to love you
And half to leave it alone
I got half a mind to call you my very own
I got half a mind to love you
And half to leave it alone
I got half a mind to call you up and call you my very own
Runaway, runaway, runaway blue jean baby
Runaway, runaway, runaway blue jean baby
Runaway, runaway, runaway blue jean baby
Runaway, runaway, runaway
And the feeling gets harder and harder to find
Soon you're dealing in daydreams, wasting time
And the feeling gets hard
Written by: Rob Brown