More songs by Noah Kahan
Description
Background Vocalist, Producer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Noah Kahan
Producer: Gabe Simon
Production Coordinator: Carrie K
Engineer: Alberto Sewald
Recording Second Engineer: Maddie Harmon
Other: Dannon Johnson
Mixing Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Second Engineer: Tyler Spratt
Mixing Second Engineer: Max Challis
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Background Vocalist: Nina de Vitry
Lyrics and translation
Original
Window seat in a '90s plane
See the rivers meet and spread like veins
Another airport lounge, another timezone change
Gonna dance around and sing about my pain
Okay, it pays
See the dried flood lines on the neighbors' porches
Do you remember crying for all them horses?
They did not look scared at all
They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all
So tell me when it feels you cannot escape me
Just yell like dad would yell at all the noise I'm making
I'm just happy you still call
I'm just happy, I'm just happy you still call
City kid bought the farm, he's a real nice guy
Left a lifetime invitation for my friends and I
Couldn't make it back even if I tried
Somethings live forever even when they die
Oh, my
My, my, my, my, my, my
You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I crossed the county line I cannot go back
I'm always on my own
Couldn't make it home 'cause of all that rain
Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state
Oh, I'm high above us now in a big jet plane
I'm always on my own
I'm always on my own
I ain't planned it, the plane
Plane just landed out here
Rubbed my eyes on 89
Double yellow murdered deer
You can vanish, yes love
You can try to disappear
Thousand eyes on a dirt road
Strike a light, let it burn slow
Maybe I'm manic again
But I think this time I'm out for good
I'm a sidewalk preacher with a record deal
I'm the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood
This is ain't mine anymore
I made too much goddamn noise
Done staring at the void
I'm spin-castin' with the boys
You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I crossed the county line, and I cannot go back
I'm always on my own
Couldn't make it home 'cause of all that rain
Oh, run with bad luck in a nowhere state
Oh, high above us now in a big jet plane
I'm always on my own
I'm always on my own
See the dried flood lines on the neighbors porches
You remember crying for all them horses
They did not look scared at all
They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all