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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Piano
Yuki Numata Resnick
Violin
Clarice Jensen
Cello
Thomas Bartlett
Keyboards
Nick Lloyd
Hammond Organ
Josh Kaufman
Lap Steel Guitar
Benjamin Lanz
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
Bryce Dessner
Orchestrator
Benjamin Lanz
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Additional Engineer
Nick Lloyd
Additional Engineer
Benjamin Lanz
Additional Engineer
Kyle Resnick
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I wanted to know
Who you were hanging with while I was gone
I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold
Fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you
Put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you
It's the same to me
[Chorus]
So we could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
Write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
[Verse 2]
I parked my car right between The Methodist
And the school that used to be ours
The holidays linger like bad perfume
You can run but only so far
I escaped it too
Remember how you watched me leave
But if it's okay with you
It's okay with me
[Chorus]
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
Write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile
Hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you
And my hometown
[Bridge]
Sleep in half the day
Just for old times' sake
I won't ask you to wait
If you don't ask me to stay
[Bridge]
So I'll go back to LA and the so-called friends
Who'll write books about me if I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul
Who can tell which smiles I'm faking
And the heart I know I'm breaking
Is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
[Bridge]
We could call it even
Even though I'm leaving
And I'll be yours for the weekend
'Tis the damn season...
[Chorus]
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
Write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile
Hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you
And my hometown
And it always leads to you and my hometown
Written by: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner