More songs by Paul Russell
Description
Recording Engineer, All Instruments: N/A
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Paul Russell
Lyricist, Keyboards, Composer: McKay Stevens
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Adam Friedman
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Ray Goren
Mixing Engineer: Raúl López
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've seen four hundred cities, I've worn down the road.
But I'd kill to see more than your face on the phone. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
I connect on a red-eye, I sped down the coast.
Ain't no faster way to get there, which still feels too slow. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm trying to get home.
So pour me a glass and put on some Etta James.
We'll order in something nice. You know I can't cook anyway.
'Cause you don't know how long I've been out working every night.
Call you on the drive, you should get your Wi-Fi fixed. I want to call you mine, but the call declined.
Do I have to type all this? I need to feel you, I can't take no more.
I've seen four hundred cities, I've worn down the road.
But I'd kill to see more than your face on the phone. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
I connect on a red-eye, I sped down the coast.
Ain't no faster way to get there, which still feels too slow. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm trying to get home
English translation
I've seen four hundred cities, I've worn down the road.
But I'd kill to see more than your face on the phone. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
I connect on a red-eye, I sped down the coast.
Ain't no faster way to get there, which still feels too slow. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm trying to get home.
So pour me a glass and put on some Etta James.
We'll order in something nice. You know I can't cook anyway.
'Cause you don't know how long I've been out working every night.
Call you on the drive, you should get your Wi-Fi fixed. I want to call you mine, but the call declined.
Do I have to type all this? I need to feel you, I can't take no more.
I've seen four hundred cities, I've worn down the road.
But I'd kill to see more than your face on the phone. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
I connect on a red-eye, I sped down the coast.
Ain't no faster way to get there, which still feels too slow. It's been too long since I had you alone.
I'm trying to get home.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm trying to get home