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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neil Young
Neil Young
Guitar
Promise of the Real
Promise of the Real
Vocals
Corey McCormick
Corey McCormick
Bass Guitar
Anthony LoGerfo
Anthony LoGerfo
Drums
Bil Lane
Bil Lane
Tape
Micah Nelson
Micah Nelson
Vocals
Tato Melgar
Tato Melgar
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Young
Neil Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Young
Neil Young
Producer
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Recording Engineer
Bil Lane
Bil Lane
Engineer
John Hanlon
John Hanlon
Producer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Earth is like a church without a preacher The people have to pray for themselves Animals and birds cannot help them Trees and plants have nothing new to say Planets are just bubbles, floating carelessly Streets lined up with boxes, so it seems Lined up there forever by their builders Standing in the way of children's dreams So I made my way down this highway Stopping now to rest and then to eat Trying not to damage that that's in my way Lookin' for a way to be complete That's how it ends in the beginning That's how I plan to say goodbye Leavin' bells just as they were ringing I'm not trying to make something die My friend Al got the message Sent it down that street with the boxes on Lined up there forever, filled with thinkers Working on solutions here and gone I really want to make a difference Trying now to help him with the work Originating in the heart of something Worth keeping in the soul when it gets hurt As we keep on building roads of boxes To think inside of what we will With increasing distance from the foxes From the wolves and [?] And from the crows And all the sea creatures Mermaids and the galleons of war Crossing over on tall waves of fortunes To finally crash upon the shore Upon the shore Upon the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore Rescued there by primative tribesman (On the shore) Living in round triangles forevermore (On the shore) Never ever in a straight line And always on the road to Heaven's door Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents (On the shore) And will the winds blow forever (On the shore) Over the dry land between the castles Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover Earth is like a church without a preacher Without a preacher Earth is like a church without a preacher Without a preacher It's like a church Earth is like a church It's like a church
Writer(s): James Di Salvio, Gary Mckenzie, Stephen Hawley, Jayne Hill, Dominic Hynes, Robert Joanisse, Sara Johnston, Stephane Moraille, Jez Colin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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