Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Robert
Bass
Joey Z
Guitar
Mina Caputo
Vocals
Sal Abruscato
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Robert
Songwriter
Joey Z
Arranger
Mina Caputo
Arranger
Sal Abruscato
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Silver
Producer
Alan Robert
Cover Art
Ed Reed
Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Joann Daley
Cover Art
Joe Marciano
Engineer
Laura Michaels
Creative Director
Letra
Is there something wrong with me?
Ripping through the walls
Tearing at the doors of education
Not that it's my fault
I just can't help but sort
Through the pieces
Secluded from the whore
I focus at the board-I'm out of focus
CHORUS
There must be a way
There's got to be a way to overcome this
It's these words and music
That keeps me living, keeps me breathing
It may not be much
But this is all I got
And I'm smiling
It all seems so pointless
The hours seem so endless
And for what?
I'd rather be working
Breaking my back doing something
CHORUS
At least I have my brothers, my band and my lover
What more could I need?
I buried my friend the other day
And I saw my life in a different way
It was a cold afternoon for a funeral
I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall
Is there something wrong with me?
When did I become this empty?
As I gazed down at his grave
I knew that someday I'd end up
That way!
Writer(s): Joey Zampella, Keith Caputo, Sal Abruscato, Alan Robert
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