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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Guitar
John Fields
John Fields
Keyboards
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Drums
Jim Anton
Jim Anton
Bass Guitar
Michael Chaves
Michael Chaves
Guitar
Ken Chastain
Ken Chastain
Percussion
Tom "Spicy T" Scott
Tom "Spicy T" Scott
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fields
John Fields
Producer
Steven Miller
Steven Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I was 18, so were you
And I was that Birkenstock, geek rock dude
You were a backflip, doe-eyed, tree-climbin'
Earth mama, beautiful evergreen girl
And I never thought that I could be
Getting my gray hair with you beside me
And there's something I'm blind to
But you still see
And it couldn't be better, I know
It shouldn't be easier, whoa, oh
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
I want to be the toy in your cereal box
I want to be Carter at your peace talks
I want to get almost too familiar
But still notice the way that you walk
And if you said you were going away
I'd run on the tarmac
And I would lay down in front of the plane
Just to get you to stay
This couldn't be better, I know
It shouldn't be easier, whoa, oh
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
Got everything I've ever wanted here
Everything and damn this constant fear
Sure I'm gonna lose it all
Just waiting for the other boot to fall
And if you thought I could be replaced
I wouldn't just stop with an ear
I would cut off my whole freakin' face
Just to make my point clear
That it couldn't be better, I know
It shouldn't be easier, oh, whoa
I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
I'm waiting for the other boot to fall
Written by: Glen Phillips
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