Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Mercer
Background Vocals
Clay Jones
Acoustic Guitar
Eric Judy
Performer
Isaac Brock
Vocals
Jeremiah Green
Performer
Joe Plummer
Performer
Johnny Marr
Performer
Tom Peloso
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Brock
Composer
Eric Judy
Composer
Jeremiah Green
Composer
Johnny Marr
Composer
Tom Peloso
Composer
Joe Plummer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clay Jones
Recording Engineer
Dennis Herring
Producer
Joe Zook
Mixing Engineer
Tom Queyja
Additional Engineer
Rob Cooper
Assistant Engineer
Kyle "Slick" Johnson
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door
But you were always out
Looking toward the future
We were beggin' for the past, well
We know we had the good things but
Those never seem to last
Oh, please just last
[Verse 2]
Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well, we all just caught lookin' at
Somebody else's page
Well, nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water but
We used them like a dam, uh huh
[Verse 3]
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I'll laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I'll laugh all the way to hell
[Verse 4]
Of course everyone goes crazy over
Such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam
[Verse 5]
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong than
The sound of life's sweet bells
[Verse 6]
Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well, we knew we'd missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just danced at our own wake
All our favorites were a-playin'
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
[Verse 7]
Tiny curtains opened and we heard
The tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke
And get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sittin', driftin' 'round in bubbles
And thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out
That we had truly missed the boat
[Verse 8]
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
Without the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves
Written by: Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Joe Plummer, Johnny Marr, Tom Peloso