Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Adams
Vocals
Ryan Adams & The Cardinals
Performer
Brad Pemberton
Drums
Catherine Popper
Bass
Jamie Candiloro
Piano
Jon Graboff
Pedal Steel Guitar
Neal Casal
Guitar
Testi
Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your song
Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along
We're fucked, we're fucked
There's been an accident, somebody stole your face
We're fucked, we're fucked
We were always something else, there was nothing to replace
You got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to erase
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
How do you spell
Look way around or replace those numbers?
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
So turn it on, so turn it up
Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up
We're fucked, we're fucked
There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
We're fucked, we're fucked
Fuck you, I cannot please, this isn't war and peace
You were always good enough
There's nothing to replace
You got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to erase
You got some names to forget
Plus some people to call
There was nothing to replace
You've been good enough all along
You just got settled in
And you wanted to go out
And feel like you are loved
Feel like you are loved
Nobody's mad
These people love you
And they wanna see you happy and strong
Wanna see you happy and strong
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
The names and the phone
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
Here comes the song, it's on the radio
Here comes the song, here comes the song
We're fucked, we're fucked
But not for long
Written by: Ryan Adams