Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bebe Wood
Lead Vocals
Ted Hutt
Performer
Beatrice Wood
Lead Vocals
Ryan Mall
Performer
Dave Hidalgo Jr
Drums
Dave Cooley
Performer
Jonathan Flaugher
Bass Guitar
Tony Beliveau
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bebe Wood
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ted Hutt
Producer
Ryan Mall
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Bounding down Mathew Street
To a seagull melody
The smell of smoke and ale from last evening
Acquired taste of plum jerkum
Leather boots on linoleum
Reminders of the things that were once done
'Cause you know I can easily
Compare the things between you and me
And treat your life like a book that I can read
And though I know that isn't fair
Retrospects' a burden I must bare
Collecting stories that aren't mine to share
And though I know there's an answer
To why I view the world with such romance, oh
And maybe that is why some of you might have guessed
I'm stuck in a past that I
I've not lived before
I was running through the street
Cobblestone below my feet
Imagining if you were right there with me
And strange enough to my surprise
There was a moment where I realized
That you were already right there by my side
'Cause the truth is you didn't know
What the future was to hold
And you were just a normal 17 year old
So it's comforting, I suppose
To know that we were once on the same boat
Dreaming 'bout what lurks in the shadows
And though I know there's an answer
To why I view the world with such romance, oh
And maybe that is why some of you might have guessed
I'm stuck in a past that I
I've not lived before
And maybe there's a reason I'm here today
And that's to say the things you couldn't say
So when I hear those seagulls calling me
I'll just remember what happened to you and me
On Mathew Street, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
And though I know there's an answer
To why I view the world with such romance, oh
Maybe that is why some of you might have guessed
I'm stuck in a past that I
I've not lived before
Writer(s): Beatrice Wood
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