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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gord Downie
Vocals
Gord Sinclair
Bass Guitar
Johnny Fay
Drums
Paul Langlois
Acoustic Rhythm Guitar
Rob Baker
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Baker
Songwriter
Johnny Fay
Songwriter
Paul Langlois
Songwriter
Gord Sinclair
Songwriter
Gord Downie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Smith
Mixing Engineer
Andy Udoff
Assistant Engineer
Bruce Barris
Mixing Engineer
Jeff DeMorris
Assistant Engineer
Paul Ebersold
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I think that there's a problem here
Her voice just don't sound right
But I left myself on her answering machine
Said, I'm back in town tonight
I feel I've stepped out of the wilderness
All squint eyed and confused
But even babies raised by wolves
They know exactly when they've been used
See when it starts
To fall apart
Man, it really falls apart
Like boots or hearts
Oh when they start
They really fall apart
Oh fingers and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of Main Street
For your faith parade
Well, everyone in town now, they probably all agree
I'm lying in the bed I made
See when it starts
To fall apart
Man, it really falls apart
Like boots or hearts
Oh when they start
They really fall apart
Well, fall apart
Now you won't even let me talk to you
We got some air to clear
We'd probably only agree on one thing anyway
That's what the hell is happening here?
Oh fingers and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Oh forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
See when it starts
To fall apart
Man, it really falls apart
Like boots or hearts
Oh when they start
They really fall apart
Well, fall apart
Written by: Gord Sinclair, Gordon Edgar Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker