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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Mayer
John Mayer
Electric Guitar
David Crosby
David Crosby
Background Vocals
Graham Nash
Graham Nash
Background Vocals
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Sean Hurley
Sean Hurley
Bass Guitar
Chuck Leavell
Chuck Leavell
Keyboards
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Lap Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Mayer
John Mayer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Mayer
John Mayer
Producer
Don Was
Don Was
Producer
Martin Pradler
Martin Pradler
Editing Engineer
Chad Franscoviak
Chad Franscoviak
Recording Engineer
Phil Joly
Phil Joly
Assistant Recording Engineer
Pete Bischoff
Pete Bischoff
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ian Shea
Ian Shea
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rene Martinez
Rene Martinez
Guitar Technician
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Gilligan
Ryan Gilligan
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Now and then I pace my place I can't retrace how I got here I cheat the light, to check my face It's slightly harder than last year Then all at once it gets hard to take It gets hard to fake what I won't be 'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised And it's such a waste to grow up lonely I still have dreams, they're not the same They don't fly as high as they used to I saw my friend, he's in my head And he said, "You don't remember me, do you?" Then all at once it gets hard to take It gets hard to fake what I won't be 'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised And it's such a waste to grow up lonely Still got time, still got faith I call on both of my brothers I got a mom, I got a dad But they do not have each other So line on up, and take your place And show your face to the morning 'Cause one of these days you'll be born and raised And it all comes on without warning
Writer(s): John Clayton Mayer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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