Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Glen Phillips
Гитара
John Fields
Клавишные инструменты
Pete Thomas
Барабаны
Jim Anton
Бас-гитара
Michael Chaves
Гитара
Ken Chastain
Ударные инструменты
Tom "Spicy T" Scott
Ударные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Glen Phillips
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John Fields
Продюсер
Steven Miller
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
I was eighteen, so were you
I was that birkenstock geek rock dude
You were the back-flip, doe-eyed
Tree-climbing earth mama
Beautiful evergreen girl
I never thought that I could be
Getting my grey hairs with you beside me
And there's something I'm blind to
But you still see
And it couldn't be better, I know
And it shouldn't be easier, oh
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
I want to be the toy in your cereal box
I want to be carter at your peace talks
I want to get almost too familiar
But still notice the way that you walk
And if you said you were going away
I'd run on the tarmac
And I would lay down in front of the plane
Just to get you to stay
'Cause it couldn't be better, I know
And it shouldn't be easier, oh
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
Got everything i'd ever wanted here
Everything and then this constant fear
Sure I'm gonna lose it all
Just waiting for the other boot to fall
And if you thought I could be replaced
I wouldn't just stop with an ear
I would cut off my whole fucking face
Just to make my point clear
That it couldn't be better, I know
It shouldn't be easier, oh
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
Waiting for the other boot to fall
Writer(s): Glen Phillips
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