Συντελεστές
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Twang
Guitar
Jonathan Watkin
Bass Guitar
Stuart Hartland
Guitar
Matthew Clinton
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Etheridge
Songwriter
Watkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Twang
Producer
Neil Claxton
Producer
Στίχοι
I'm walking round pretty down on my luck
When I saw my reflection in puddle and said to myself
'how's ot come so cold and numb in this town of mine
There must be something in the pipeline for me
Just give half a chance and surely you see
That Ive got more to give then someboday with no heart and soul
Well hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand or see
See that we
We're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest
What goods potential if i got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all
I'm walking round pretty down on myself
And I'm passing the places were I used to play when I was a kid
Blink of an eye and time goes by in this town of mine
My mother told me 'dont let them hold you back
I know that its easy just to sit around having the crack'
Thats no good good I know I can do much more than this
So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see
See that we
We're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest
What goods potential if I got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all
None at all (x3)
So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see
See that we
We're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest
What goods potential if I got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all
None at all (x2)
Written by: Etheridge, Martin Saunders, Matthew Nicholas Clinton, Stuart David Hartland, Watkin

