More songs by Sam Barber
Description
Producer: Ryan Hewitt
Producer: Joe Becker
Drums: Aaron Sterling
Assistant Engineer: Alberto Sewald
Bass Guitar: Craig Young
A& R Manager: Ian Cripps
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
A& R Manager: Jeff Levin
Engineer: Louis Remenapp
Keyboards: Ryan Connors
Engineer, Mixer: Ryan Hewitt
Acoustic Guitar: Sam Barber
Vocals: Sam Barber
Banjo: Seth Taylor
Electric Guitar: Seth Taylor
Masterer: Ted Jensen
Acoustic Guitar: Todd Lombardo
Writer: Sam Barber
Lyrics and translation
Original
Is it in my mind or are we all just sinking?
Still fueled by the pain that never left me last season.
Try to set a fire in your soul, but I just don't have the reasoning.
Someday on down the road when you ask what I believe in, I'll say.
You gotta take it as it goes.
It doesn't get easier, dear.
It's all an empty hope.
Fuck it if I ain't the man of the year.
No matter where you go, you'll always live in fear.
No matter what you know, there's no making sense of why we're here.
Everything good comes to rest, but that's something you'll find out.
And all is well as it should till it's mud and we're face down.
I'm trying, but money ain't enough to make me feel like a rich man.
Now I'm falling over the words that I carry in my band.
You gotta take it as it goes.
It doesn't get easier, dear.
It's all an empty hope.
Fuck it if I ain't the man of the year.
No matter where you go, you'll always live in fear.
No matter what you know, there's no making sense of why we're here. Yeah.
You gotta take it as it goes.
It doesn't get easier, dear.
It's all an empty hope.
Fuck it if I ain't the man of the year.