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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whiskeytown
Performer
Jim Scott
Percussion
Phil Wandscher
Electric Guitar
Ryan Adams
Vocals
Caitlin Cary
Vocals
Crecencio Gonzalez
Trombone
Dan Navarro
Trumpet
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jeff Rice
Bass
Jim Goodwin
Alto Saxophone
John Ginty
Organ
Pocket Horns
Horn
Rick Latina
Pedal Steel Guitar
Steven Lee Terry
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Wandscher
Composer
Ryan Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Chris Stone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dana Smart
Producer
John Rodd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark "Oji" Williams
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Travis Salsig
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Well traveling to the point that I, I can't stop it
Get so familiar, never get enough
Talk about it all the time, just drop it
Damage in your pretty little eyes says it all
I-I can't stand to be under your wing
I can't fly or sink or swim
It's a lot like falling down
Standing up, I'm falling down
Fill my cup 'til I understand
Wait a minute, see the pieces don't fit this time
Well, yesterday's news is what I've been reading
See you at the Comet, I end up needing
Know if you were thinking it, it could've been
If it was nothing it's 'cause nothing's what you did
I can't stand to be under your wing
I can't fly or sink or swim
It's a lot like falling down
Standing up, and I'm falling down
Fill my cup 'til I understand
Wait a minute, see the pieces don't fit this time
Well, I can't stand to be under your wing
I can't fly or sink or swim
It's a lot like falling down
I'm standing up, falling down
Fill my cup 'til I understand
Wait a minute, see the pieces don't fit this time
Writer(s): Ryan Adams, Philip John Wandscher
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