Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Turner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Plaskett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Turner
Producer
Mat Dunlap
Cover Art
J Lapointe
Engineer
Ingram Barss
Photography
Lyrics
Let's make a racket for the old and young
For the desperate souls and the lucky ones
If we get lonely, if we get lost
Let's rattle on 'til the wheels come off
Fumbling, tumbling, singing our songs
Make 'em up as we're goin' along
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
Travelling time
We gotta choose the weapon for the town we take
Celebrated summer for the Quarry lake
Magic's only magic 'til you know the tricks
But if this ain't real, I don't know what is
Shaking it, faking, never learning my lines
Makin' 'em up for the nickels and dimes
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
The skies will turn from pink to blue
The years will turn to sand
The needle's drop on Hüsker Dü
They were my favorite band
I'm travelling through space and time
To keep my love alive, it's 1995
I am yours, and you are mine, mine, mine
Every young band wants to build the wall
But a real rock record's like a wrecking ball
If anybody asks me why I came back here
I'll say I'm picking up the pieces of a broken year
Wondering, wandering, training my thoughts
Following, swallowing, connecting the dots
Passing the guitar, passing the wine lots
The skies will turn from pink to blue
The years will turn to sand
The needle's drop on Hüsker Dü
They were my favorite band
I'm travelling through space and time
To keep my love alive, it's 1995
I am yours, and you are mine, mine, mine
You're mine, mine, mine
You're mine, mine, mine
You're mine, mine, mine
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