Music Video
Upcoming Concerts for Blue Rodeo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Rodeo
Performer
Greg Keelor
Vocals
Jim Cuddy
Vocals
Colin Crips
Electric Guitar
Bazil Donovan
Bass Guitar
Glenn Milchem
Drums
Tim Vesely
Percussion
Michael Boguski
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Keelor
Lyrics
Jim Cuddy
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Cuddy
Producer
Colin Crips
Producer
Tim Vesely
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I need someone to lean upon
Someone to guide me, somebody strong
I can't trust myself enough, the feeling's there but the timing's off
I know, I know, I know
We're living through crooked times
Too much talk and no straight lines
You can keep your peace and hold your tongue
Think you're right but still you're wrong
I know, I know, I know
Where do we go next, what do we do? (What will you do?)
We need a big move to get us through (what will you do?)
Well, I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well, I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to my, owe it to myself
Those nights when we used to walk
I would listen and you would talk
Words of anger, words of love
Both struck down by the stars above
I know, I know, I know
Voices were calling, how could we know? (What will you do?)
Head in the clouds and nowhere to go (what will you do?)
Well, I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well, I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to my, owe it to myself
Ooh
I'm staring up at any empty sky
Hanging around as the world goes by
You can bury your head, don't let your telephone ring
But when you look up it's the same damn thing
I know, I know, I know
Well, I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well, I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, devil, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to my, owe it to my myself
Ooh
Ooh, to myself
Ooh, to myself
Writer(s): Greg Keelor, Jim Cuddy
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