Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Eng
Piano
T.J. Thompson
Drums
Stephen Parisi
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Eng
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Eng
Producer
Fred Breitberg
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
When you're twenty-three life is held in His hands
A breeze could blow you either way
You've got a factual future, proved a promising past
We'll that's what the old people say
When you're twenty-three you don't want to grow up
To find your way, become the rest
But your childhood's over, all memories have passed
You've been kicked out of the nest
And as you're tumbling toward this trap
See a chick falling, floating near you
So you grab her hand just to slow your own fall
And you start to feel something new
When you're twenty-three now reluctantly grown
Yet try not to follow the fold
But you've learned to fly with that chick floating by
You both look forward to growing old
And as you're tumbling toward this trap
See a chick falling, floating near you
So you grab her hand just to slow your own fall
And you start to feel something new
When you're twenty-three now reluctantly grown
Yet try not to follow the fold
But you've learned to fly with that chick floating by
You both look forward to growing old
Written by: Bryan Eng