Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Spectator Bird
Interprète
Taylor Bess
Guitare basse
Ben Ryan
Guitare électrique
Joseph Harder
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lindsey Fitzgerald Stine
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Taylor Bess
Production
Paroles
Hot doggy of doggest
I guess that it’s August
The students are back in the burg
Holding up traffic
On phones and in static
And I’m waiting on a light to turn
Mmmmmm
The light changes and the lane turns to the west
The setting sun lights up a train of silhouettes
For a moment, each expression is at rest
Every person, just a child, trying his best
And it don’t take long
For the truth to come back to me
What a wonder to be here
What a wonder to be
It’s hot and it’s spittin’
The parkin lot’s kickin’
We’ve all got our places to be
Our lists are all twisted
Our wants are conflicted
And someone just honked at me
I’m like, mmmmmmm
An old labrador leans his head out the passenger side
Puts his wet nose to the east and closes his eyes
A breeze comes through and his long ears go flyin
Like the tails of a kite taking off in the mind of a child
And it don’t take long
For the truth to come back to me
What a wonder to see this
What a wonder to see
Get home in the evening
Dinner is easy
It’s tomatoes on toast
The heat’s finally broken
The evening splits open
The fireflies put on a show
It goes, mmmmmmm
And hey! I’m not sure if you’ve got any plans
But Chris Howdy is playing downtown with the family band
He’s got that one where he has everybody take hands
And skip in a circle, a big sweaty old-time dance
And it won’t take long
For the truth to come back to you
What a wonder to get sick and tired
And bitter and blue
What a wonder that feelings can change
And come back around
At the drop of a hat
In the light of a little town
Where it don’t take long
For the truth to come back to me
What a wonder to be here
What a wonder to be
What a wonder to be here
Written by: Lindsey Fitzgerald Stine
