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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Guitar
John Fields
John Fields
Keyboards
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Drums
Jim Anton
Jim Anton
Bass Guitar
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Guitar
Andy Sturmer
Andy Sturmer
Background Vocals
Jon Foreman
Jon Foreman
Background Vocals
Kristin Mooney
Kristin Mooney
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fields
John Fields
Producer
Steven Miller
Steven Miller
Recording Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Someone's in the back yard, banging on the door
Daddy's gone away, he's coming back no more
His baby's curled up on a stranger's floor
Mama's thinking family dinners weren't too much to ask for
Everybody here's got a story to tell
Everybody's been through their own hell
There's nothing too special about getting hurt
Getting over it, that takes the work
Cause one way or another, we'll all need each other
Nothing's gonna turn out the way you thought it would
But friends and lovers, don't you duck and cover
Cause everything comes out the way it should
Blessed are the humble, blessed are the meek
Blessed are the hungry, blessed are the weak
Blessed are the ones on the other side
Blessed are we for just being alive
One day I stopped wanting anything at all
The heavens opened up like a waterfall
No use in worrying about when it ends
Just for now be thankful for what I get
Cause one way or another, a man's gonna suffer
It makes no difference the way you wanted it
But friends and lovers, don't you duck and cover
Cause everything comes out the way it should in the end
Seems like life is a palindrome
You cry when you die, you cry when you're born
In between it's all about the ups and downs
Add 'em all together, they cancel each other out
Cause one way or another
One way or another
You won't get what you wanted
You'll get enough, for sure
One way or another
Winter pays for the summer
Won't get what you wanted
What you got'll be good
Someone's in the back yard, banging on the door
Daddy's gone away, he's coming back no more
His baby's curled up on a stranger's floor
Mama's thinking happy endings weren't too much to ask for
Written by: Glen Phillips
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