Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Thompson
Songwriter
Chris Furlotte
Songwriter
Scott Stevenson
Songwriter
Rick Couture
Songwriter
Ed Legge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Ward
Producer
Lyrics
Well, lately I find
That something's always Weighing on
My mind
Like breathing or time
Should leave it alone
But I'm not so inclined
To relax and simplify
Just lay in a field
And count the Fireflies
Days keep passing me by
That's the thing I guess
That's why I can't feel fine
This heavy
This cold
Would love to change the world
But now I feel too old
To let go
To hold
Buried treasures
Earthly pleasures
Dirt and gold
To let go
To hold
Buried treasures
Earthly pleasures
Dirt and gold
Everyone said
That I'd find my way someday
And everyone said
That tomorrow will bring change
Well, that's strange
'Cause I'm okay
With things staying the same Everyone said
But that's not how you play
The game
Well happiness hides
And I've been waiting
I've been wishing
All my life
To just feel alright
Some days are hell
No one can tell
God knows I've tried
To find some pure and guiding light
Something real or just a beautiful lie
But I'm still in this fight
Even though I won't
Get outta this alive
Everyone said
That I'd find my way someday
Everyone said
That tomorrow will bring change
Well, that's strange
'Cause I'm okay
With things staying the same Everyone said
But that's not how you play
The game
(Whoa whoa)
That's not how you play the game
Writer(s): Joel Thompson
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