Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Fisherman's Friends
Músico
Rupert Christie
Intérprete
Billy Hawkins
Voces
Jeremy Brown
Voces
John Brown
Voces
John Lethbridge
Voces
John McDonnell
Voces
Bright Songs Ltd.
Intérprete
Jon Cleave
Voces
Julian Brown
Voces
Nigel Sherratt
Voces
Peter Rowe
Voces
Trevor Grills
Voces
Jon Bishop
Guitarra acústica
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rupert Christie
Composición
Ian W. Brown
Composición
Bright Songs Ltd.
Coarreglista
Producción e ingeniería
Rupert Christie
Ingeniería de mezcla
Simon King
Producción ejecutiva
Dick Beetham
Masterización
Ian W. Brown
Producción
Sam Burden
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Scott Wesley Brown
Producción ejecutiva
Letra
[Verse 1]
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
[Verse 2]
Leave all your furrows in the fields where they lie
Your factories and offices, kiss them all goodbye
Have a little faith in the dream maker in the sky
There's glory in believing Him
And it's all in the beholder's eye
[Verse 3]
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
[Verse 4]
Turn off your engines and slow down your wheels
Suddenly, your master plan loses its appeal
Everybody knows that this reality's not real
So raise a glass to all things past
And celebrate how good it feels
[Verse 5]
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
[Verse 6]
Awash on the sea of our own vanity
We should rejoice in our individuality
Though it's gale force, let's steer a course for sanity
[Verse 7]
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
[Verse 8]
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?
Come all you no hopers, you jokers, and rogues
Written by: Ian W. Brown, Rupert Christie

