Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Noah Kahan
Stimme und Gesang
Alex Bachari
Bass
Marcos Valles
Schlagzeug
Noah Levine
Begleitgesang
Nina de Vitry
Begleitgesang
Dylan Jones
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noah Kahan
Songwriter:in
Todd Clark
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyler Spratt
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Gabe Simon
Produzent:in
Ryan Hewitt
Mischtechniker:in
Louis Remenapp
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Bo Bodnar
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
If I could give this all back, I would be home in the morning
Wake up in a cold sweat, take a flight back to the city I was born in
I would wipe myself clean of what I knew was unimportant
I'd want typical things, I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing
I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone, happy, I'd be
I'd move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
We'll get drunk and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
You're a mess, you're a mess, good God," Boston!
So I paid off my debts, but I found the world boring
So I called my old friends (but they only ever ask me how tour is)
There's still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it
Guess the stage is my mask, I forgot the way I looked before I wore it
I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone, happy (I'll be)
I'd move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk, and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
You're a mess, you're a mess"
Life's not what I had hoped
Now I'll find comfort in the cold
Oh
I'd move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
(Where they belong and I'll say)
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk, and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
You're a mess, you're a mess, good God"
This next song's for my hometown of Strafford, Vermont
05072, and 802 forever, and 603 too
This song's for my mom and dad and my brother who are here tonight
I love you guys, um
For anybody affected by the flooding in Vermont recently, uh
My heart is with you, uh
This song is for the drive home
It's called "The View Between Villages"
Writer(s): Todd Sherman Clark, Noah Kahan
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