Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Paul Weller
Исполнитель
Celeste
Вокал
Steve Craddock
Гитара
Симфонический оркестр Би-Би-Си
Оркестр
Stephen Bryant
Концертмейстер
Vula Malinga
Бэк-вокал
LaDonna Young
Бэк-вокал
Paddy Linton
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Paul Weller
Композитор
Simon Hale
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ann McKay
Продюсер
Matt Colton
Мастеринг-инженер
Robert Winter
Инженер обработки
Chris Rouse
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Kevan Long
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Tom Earle
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Phil Wright
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
High tide, mid-afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Don't let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now, right now
Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now there's no justice
You've only yourself that you can trust in
And I said, high tide, mid-afternoon
Oh, people fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Day by day, your world fades away
Waiting to feel all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now
And I say, climbing, forever trying
You're gonna find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Said you're gonna find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Written by: Paul Weller