Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Barenaked Ladies
Chant
Dana Goldfein
Musique
Ed Robertson
Chant
Steven Page
Chant
Jim Creeggan
Basse
Tyler Stewart
Batterie
Kevin Hearn
Piano
Roberto "Tiny" Menegoni
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ed Robertson
Paroles/Composition
Steven Page
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David May
Production complémentaire
Michael Scotella
Ingénieries complémentaires
Jen Hilliard
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kate Teasdale
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jim Scott
Ingénierie de mixage
Don Was
Production
Paroles
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess
There's a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk but I'll just drive
It's colder than it looks outside
It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon
It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
Pinch me, pinch me
'Cause I'm still asleep
Please God, tell me
That I'm still asleep
On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
Pack the car and leave this town
Who'll notice that I'm not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say 'underwear'
I could leave but I'll just stay
All my stuff's here anyway
It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
Try to figure out what all this is for
Try to see the world beyond your front door
Try to figure out what all this is for
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson
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