Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Curt Chambers
Künstler:in
Grady Saxman
Künstler:in
Lee Hendricks
Künstler:in
Justin Ostrander
Künstler:in
Dave Cohen
Künstler:in
Smith Curry
Künstler:in
Ivan Barias
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Curt Chambers
Songwriter:in
SORESTAD RYAN J
Songwriter:in
Rachel Lee Thibodeau
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Curt Chambers
Produzent:in
Jim Cooley
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
Verse
Somewhere there's a boy
Running down the street
Past a white picket fence and evergreens
And on the other side of town
A Boy is walking in between
Vacant buildings and needles on concrete
One has it made, life’s a long open road
While the other's headed straight for a block and can't go
Hard not to get down
When you’re all turned around from a world spinning out of control
Chorus
Yeah we're all up at the
crack of dawn boots on
Praying lord make a way somehow
And when we've had enough of that
head on Kinda life we chase it down
And burn it up to smooth it out
But when you go for your jog
It probably never cross your mind
Of sharing your last breath with the world
And making headline news
We run on this same rock
But we got different Views
Verse
Freedom oughta mean
If I put in the same work as you
I should get my shot, too
And on my drive home
If I see blue lights
It shouldn’t mean my life with one wrong move
I’m living in a different world than you
Chorus
Yeah we're all up at the
crack of dawn boots on
Praying lord make a way somehow
And when we've had enough of that
head on Kinda life we chase it down
And burn it up to smooth it out
But when you go for your jog
It probably never cross your mind
Of sharing your last breath with the world
And making headline news
We run on this same rock
But we got different Views
BRIDGE
If you could see through my eyes would it change your heart
And shake something up in your soul
Stop you from going down that road
Make you wanna turn around
This worlds spinning out of control
Chorus
Yeah we're all up at the
crack of dawn boots on
Praying lord make a way somehow
And when we've had enough of that
head on Kinda life we chase it down
And burn it up to smooth it out
But when you go for your jog
It probably never cross your mind
Of sharing your last breath with the world
And making headline news
We run on this same rock
But we got different Views
Written by: Curt Chambers, Rachel Lee Thibodeau, SORESTAD RYAN J