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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pat Metheny
Pat Metheny
Guitar
Linda May Han Oh
Linda May Han Oh
Bass
Joel McNeely
Joel McNeely
Conductor
Antonio Sánchez
Antonio Sánchez
Drums
Hollywood Studio Symphony
Hollywood Studio Symphony
Orchestra
Gwilym Simcock
Gwilym Simcock
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Metheny
Pat Metheny
Songwriter
Gil Goldstein
Gil Goldstein
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Metheny
Pat Metheny
Producer
Steve Rodby
Steve Rodby
Co-Producer
Rich Breen
Rich Breen
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Pete Karam
Pete Karam
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Green pins where you want to go White pins where you've been, there isn't even ten Your already feeling old Pretty faces stare back from a magazine stack That you read when you're feeling bored Look through a telescope lens it doesn't make sense You think you've been there before Some far off feeling, some up close kind of ache A wide screen reason to look the other way There's a place by the lake that you go when it's late In the summer when the crowds are gone You sit all alone with your thoughts getting stoned Just waiting for some peace to come Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked For a minute then it all felt wrong So you change it again all your clothes, all your friends It's the same as it ever was That far off feeling, that up close kind of ache Some wide screen reason to look the other way It's the road that you paved over Indian graves And you wonder why your dreams are crazed So you cling to wife, your kids and your life There's nothing that your gonna save Put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave Kill the shadow of yesterday Clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance You're going by another name Some far off feeling, an up close kind of ache That instant karma always comes too late
Writer(s): Patrick B. Metheny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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