Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Piano
Yuki Numata Resnick
Yuki Numata Resnick
Violin
Clarice Jensen
Clarice Jensen
Cello
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Keyboards
Nick Lloyd
Nick Lloyd
Hammond Organ
Josh Kaufman
Josh Kaufman
Lap Steel Guitar
Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Orchestrator
Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Additional Engineer
Nick Lloyd
Nick Lloyd
Additional Engineer
Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
Additional Engineer
Kyle Resnick
Kyle Resnick
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While I was gone I would have asked you It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me So we could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown I parkеd my car right between the Methodist And thе school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known We could call it even Even though I'm leavin' And I'll be yours for the weekend 'Tis the damn season We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown It always leads to you in my hometown
Writer(s): Aaron Brooking Dessner, Taylor A. Swift Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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