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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Mayer
Electric Guitar
David Crosby
Background Vocals
Graham Nash
Background Vocals
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Sean Hurley
Bass Guitar
Chuck Leavell
Keyboards
Greg Leisz
Lap Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Mayer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Mayer
Producer
Don Was
Producer
Martin Pradler
Editing Engineer
Chad Franscoviak
Recording Engineer
Phil Joly
Assistant Recording Engineer
Pete Bischoff
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ian Shea
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Rene Martinez
Guitar Technician
Ryan Gilligan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Now and then I pace my place
I can't retrace how I got here
I cheat the light, to check my face
It's slightly harder than last year
Then all at once it gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake what I won't be
'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
I still have dreams, they're not the same
They don't fly as high as they used to
I saw my friend, he's in my head
And he said, "You don't remember me, do you?"
Then all at once it gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake what I won't be
'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
Still got time, still got faith
I call on both of my brothers
I got a mom, I got a dad
But they do not have each other
So line on up, and take your place
And show your face to the morning
'Cause one of these days you'll be born and raised
And it all comes on without warning
Writer(s): John Clayton Mayer
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