Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Rutledge
Songwriter
Lyrics
He was distant
He was on her mind
She needed love
He was working over time
He took a breath yeah, called his father
He said son, you gotta work smarter
Then he hung up, gave her a call, yeah
Took a deep breath, said that he was lost, yeah
Then she hung up, she was stressed out
She sent a text
Keep doing your best, ah
She was busy
She was on his mind
Now he gets wonder bread
And she gets all the time
Listen close, yeah
What matters most, yeah
They only at the table when you get the sauce, yeah
All these thoughts, yeah
It's gonna cost, yeah
Rocket man, outer space, flying saucer
Family man, parmesan
Who's on your roster
Keep the circle fed, al dente pasta, yeah
Jukebox, let's play out this mess
I've been working so hard
And I'm doing my best
I'm gone on the express train
Right through my chest
I've been honest for too long
One more song
Out here 'till last call
I'm so gone, pour up our last one
Up high, raise up your glass
Jukebox, this is our last song
One more shot, yeah
Yeah, this my last song
Let's make love, yeah
Let's make it last long
Mobilize, yeah
Twist the cap off
Bottoms up, count down until we blast off
Today it's what day
Nah that ain't funny
Serotonin, and we rolling to the money
Dopamine girl, yeah, she my dreamworld
Voice to text
I love you, are you on my team girl
She was busy
She was on his mind
Now he gets wonder bread
And she gets all the time
Listen close, yeah
What matters most, yeah
They only at the table when you get the sauce, yeah
All these thoughts, yeah
It's gonna cost, yeah
Rocket man, outer space, flying saucer
Family man, parmesan
Who's on your roster
Keep the circle fed, al dente pasta
Jukebox let's play out this mess
I've been working so hard
And I'm doing my best
I'm gone on the express train
Right through my chest
I've been honest for too long
One more song
Out here 'till last call
I'm so gone, pour up our last one
Up high, raise up your glass
Jukebox, this is our last song
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