Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOYS LIKE GIRLS
BOYS LIKE GIRLS
Performer
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Background Vocals
John Keefe
John Keefe
Drums
Paul DiGiovanni
Paul DiGiovanni
Electric Guitar
Paul Ill
Paul Ill
Bass
Jean Paul Makhlouf
Jean Paul Makhlouf
Programming
Kyle Moorman
Kyle Moorman
Programming
Brian Nash
Brian Nash
Piano
Jeffrey Young
Jeffrey Young
Organ
Morgan Dorr
Morgan Dorr
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Composer
Brad Warren
Brad Warren
Composer
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Producer
Kyle Moorman
Kyle Moorman
Engineer
Will Sandalls
Will Sandalls
Engineer
Eric Stenman
Eric Stenman
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bernard
Chris Bernard
Editing Engineer
Gersh
Gersh
Assistant Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Schuber
Andrew Schuber
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I saw you sitting all by yourself, Coffee and The New York Times. You got me thinking like what the hell Before I go and change my mind. Hey, you, feel like falling in love on a sold way train. Hey, you, do you tell me, baby, I don't know your name. Tell me, I don't know your name. We say what we say, We do what we do, We love who we love, Hey, you. If life is a small town, we're just passing through Blink and you miss it, hey you. Just another pair of old boots, With the jacket on and ticket on. Just a dreamer on a Sunday night who is gonna leave you alone. Hey, you, feel like falling in love on a sold way train. Hey, you, do you tell me, baby, I don't know your name. Tell me, I don't know your name. We say what we say, We do what we do, We love who we love, Hey, you. If life is a small town, we're just passing through Blink and you miss it, hey you. Hey, you, hey, you. Hey, you, hey you. We don't have to say forever, I'm cool with whatever, Love is coping. We can just sit here at night, Just two strangers in the night, And I what would suppose to do? We say what we say, We do what we do, We love who we love, Hey, you. If this is the moment, the moment of truth, I don't wanna miss it, hey you, hey you, hey you. Hey you, hey you, hey you, hey you. Hey you, hey you, hey you, hey you. Hey, you, feel like falling in love on a sold way train. Won't you tell me your name?
Writer(s): Brett Beavers, Brett D. Warren, Brad D. Warren, James M Beavers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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