Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maya Sharpe
Maya Sharpe
Performer
Gibson Frazier
Gibson Frazier
Performer
Kristin Stokes
Kristin Stokes
Performer
Jennifer R. Morris
Jennifer R. Morris
Performer
Michael Friedman
Michael Friedman
Performer
The Civilians
The Civilians
Performer
Cody Owen Stine
Cody Owen Stine
Accordion
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Music Director
Andrea Daly
Andrea Daly
Ensemble
Eric Parker
Eric Parker
Ensemble
Grace Field
Grace Field
Ensemble
Mike Cefalo
Mike Cefalo
Ensemble
Paul Speiser
Paul Speiser
Ensemble
Vaibu Mohan
Vaibu Mohan
Ensemble
Alex Nolan
Alex Nolan
Guitar
Ashley Baier
Ashley Baier
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Friedman
Michael Friedman
Composer
Anne Washburn
Anne Washburn
Lyrics
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Orchestrator
Wiley DeWeese
Wiley DeWeese
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Civilians
The Civilians
Executive Producer
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Co-Producer
Ian Kagey
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Wiley DeWeese
Wiley DeWeese
Music Supervisor
Frank Di Minno
Frank Di Minno
Mastering Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer
Steve Cosson
Steve Cosson
Producer

Texty

I stand on the deck
I feel the boat sway
Bodies pass on the current
My old life floats away
The first drops of rain
The first hours of night
Our first moments of sorrow
Our first day of flight
I'm a brand new man
It's a bold new day
My family is safe
And we're sailing away
But we don't know where we are sailing to
And we don't know what we are going to do
We'll sail to the horizon
And if we fall off
We'll pick ourselves up
We'll dust ourselves off
There's a storm coming
I know, I know
There's a storm coming
I know, I know
There's a storm coming
I know
I know
If we could only return to Springfield
Night was bright as day
Streetlights shone on every corner
Lamps glowed in each café
The movie theater flickered
With every story known
You long to speak to someone
You pick up the telephone
The air is filled with music
The streets are filled with laughter
And when you want to eat something
You open the refrigerator
But if we had a telephone
It would only ring and ring
There's no one there to answer
Streets are filled with nothing
We want to go back to Springfield
To glide through all those days
Each crowd a pack of stories
Each heart a signal blaze
Springfield, Springfield
Springfield, Springfield
You ladies with your fussing
Everything will be just fine
We'll play cards and drink hot cocoa
Have a real good time
We'll pretend there is no river
We'll pretend there is no night
We'll drop the shades, ignore the storm
It will be alright
Yes, it will be alright
Everything will be alright
The sky's a-churning muddy green
The river now is black
The world is filled with lightning, oh
We're never going back, I know
Bart!
Coming, Dad
There is no going—
Written by: Anne Washburn, Michael Friedman
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