Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Low Coast
Künstler:in
Jeff Caudill
E-Gitarre
Mike Fratantuno
E-Bassgitarre
Terence Yoshiaki
Schlagzeug
Dave Hemann
E-Gitarre
Brian Lapin
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeff Caudill
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KEVIN RATTERMAN
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
To all the pretenders,
The would-be contenders,
The Gibsons and the Fenders
She steps out of her Corolla and wonders why she's even there
All the girls look like dolls and the guys look like they don't care
She tries so hard not to notice
She's played the same game all year
Hit the town, spin around, try not to fall down the stairs
It plays like a comedy but reads like a tragedy
She spells out calamity
And she sighs as she cries into her drink and says quietly
I can't wait to live in the moment
I can't wait to just let it happen
He steps out of his apartment despite the urge to step back in
There are days when his brain has its way
But today his feet win
It plays like a comedy but reads like a tragedy
Laced with profanity
And he strains as he drains the last ounces of his sanity
I can't wait to live in the moment
I can't wait to just let it happen
Why does everything I say come out like a question?
I can't wait to live in the moment
The band plays a song that reminds her of her therapist
She sings along
And she thinks she's getting eyes from the rhythm guitarist
He's on the floor
He thinks the chicks are pretty into it
Feels just like 84
But he hopes it doesn't end up like the homecoming incident
I can't wait to live in the moment
I can't wait to just let it happen
Why does everything I say come out like a question?
I can't wait to live in the moment
In the moment
Written by: Jeff Caudill