Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Train
Performer
Pat Monahan
Vocals
Jerry Becker
Keyboards
Hector Maldonado
Bass
Matt Musty
Drums
Taylor Locke
Guitar
Rafael Padilla
Percussion
Sakai
Background Vocals
Nikita Houston
Background Vocals
Wayne Bergeron
Trumpet
Rob Schaer
Trumpet
Dan Higgins
Alto Saxophone
Eric Marienthal
Tenor Saxophone
Alex Iles
Trombone
Rob Mathes
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Monahan
Composer
Jerry Becker
Composer
Matt Musty
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Becker
Producer
Matt Musty
Producer
Butch Walker
Producer
Todd Stopera
Recording Engineer
Mark Endert
Mixing Engineer
Doug Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
If he don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
If he don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
Breathe, baby, you ain't gotta worry no more
Breathe, we'll be waiting on the dance floor
And let your body, let it go
You're best case scenario
Love don't come in stereo, baby, you are AM gold
AM gold
You're a hit, you know
'Cause you're legit, you know
You don't need them no more, you got me keeping score
You're ahead by a billion, whoa-oh
Get yourself on the floor
Ain't that what friends are for?
Where we're going, there ain't no ceiling
Breathe, baby, you ain't gotta worry no more
Just breathe, we'll be waiting on the dance floor
And let your body, let it go
You're best case scenario
Love don't come in stereo
Baby, you are AM gold, AM gold
AM gold, AM gold
He don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
He don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
He don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
He don't love you no more, she don't love you no more
They don't love you, then you love yourself and turn around
Breathe, baby, you ain't gotta worry no more
Just breathe, we'll be waiting on the dance floor
And let your body, let it go
You're best case scenario
Love don't come in stereo
Baby, you are AM gold, AM gold
AM gold, AM gold
You're a hit, you know
'Cause you're legit, you know
(You're a hit, you know)
Writer(s): Pat Monohan, Jerry Becker, Matt Musty
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