Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Lead Vocals
Ben Mize
Ben Mize
Drums
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Keyboards
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Guitar
David Bryson
David Bryson
Guitar
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Guitar
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Songwriter
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Composer
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Composer
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Composer
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Got a message in my head, That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you.
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David A. Immergluck, David Lynn Bryson, Daniel John Vickrey, Matthew Mark Malley, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Ben G. Mize Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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