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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Bennett
Background Vocals
Jeff Tweedy
Vocals
John Stirratt
Bass Guitar
Ken Coomer
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Tweedy
Songwriter
Jay W. Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wilco
Producer
Mike Scotella
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Trumfio
Engineer
Larry Greenhill
Engineer
Mike Hagler
Engineer
Mitch Easter
Engineer
Russ Long
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Chris Grainger
Engineer
Jonathan Parker
Recording Technician
Steve Chadie
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever to light a fuse
We could use a handful of wheel
And a day off, and a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I sing
Won't you please bring that flash to shine?
And turn my eyes red unless they close
When you click and my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question unposed
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
Please, beware the quiet front yard
I warned you before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dream float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it's just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh, I believe it's all because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy, Jay Bennett
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