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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Passenger
Passenger
Performer
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Vocals
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Saxophone
Alex Boneham
Alex Boneham
Bass
Andrew Dale
Andrew Dale
Background Vocals
Cameron Undy
Cameron Undy
Bass
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Georgia Mooney
Georgia Mooney
Background Vocals
Geraldine Hollett
Geraldine Hollett
Background Vocals
Glen Hannah
Glen Hannah
Electric Guitar
James Greening
James Greening
Trombone
Jess Ciampa
Jess Ciampa
Vibraphone
Kerry Martin
Kerry Martin
Violin
Marianne Broadfoot
Marianne Broadfoot
Violin
Nicholas Buc
Nicholas Buc
Strings
Nick Garbutt
Nick Garbutt
Trumpet
Peter Martin
Peter Martin
Drums
Phillip Church
Phillip Church
Background Vocals
Rowena Macniesh
Rowena Macniesh
Cello
Scott Aplin
Scott Aplin
Organ
Shelley Soerensen
Shelley Soerensen
Viola
Stu Hunter
Stu Hunter
Glockenspiel
Stu Larsen
Stu Larsen
Background Vocals
Tony Azzopardi
Tony Azzopardi
Shaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael David Rosenberg
Michael David Rosenberg
Composer
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Songwriter
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Producer
Chris Vallejo
Chris Vallejo
Producer
Gordon Davidson
Gordon Davidson
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Dave Rowland
Dave Rowland
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I met him in Minnesota
He was dark and overcast
With long gray hair and eyes that stared
Through me like I was glass
I asked "Where are you going to?"
He said "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through"
He lit up a cigarette and began to talk
[Verse 2]
See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
My lungs are turnin' black
Been a Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school
And there ain't no turnin' back
They can't tell me how long I've got
Maybe months, but maybe not
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
[Verse 3]
'Cause I wanna see my granddaughter one last time
Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
[Verse 4]
Through the forests of Wisconsin that I knew as a boy
Past the skyline of Chicago
Round the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed
And my back, it's sore, and my eyes turn red
And listen to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio
As the sunshine paints them gold
I run like a river runs
Rapid, quick, and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania
And the Jersey turnpike tolls
And I won't stop till I get to New York
[Verse 5]
'Cause I wanna see my grandson one last time
Wanna see his eyes sparkling, stare back into mine
Now my time is shorter, I wanna see my daughter
Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike, I'm riding to New York
[Verse 6]
And I go up to the churchyard one last time
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
The best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Written by: Michael David Rosenberg
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