Description
Percussion, Drums: Bryce Rivera
Composer, Associated Performer: Chelsea Plank
Producer, Mandolin, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Piano, Composer, Mixing Engineer, Programmer, Recording Engineer: Joel Setien
Strings: John Roberts
Composer: Kasey McGinnis
Mastering Engineer: Idania Valencia
A& R Director: Josh Schiffman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Well, I pleaded with God to turn his time machine on.
The grass was greener when Daddy was mowing the lawn.
And the good nights in the house, and now the greetings on the phone.
I'm getting so much younger all the older I have grown.
I tend to fight the feelings that I don't already know.
But seems like any place the Lord has made makes anywhere a home. Anywhere a home.
The leaves fall off the branches as the seasons change on.
Might welcome them with tears, but I'm not wishing that they're gone.
You're scared to try, but I,
I bet you'll find that you get more when you give it up.
Get more when you give it up.
Sooner or later, you'll find what you're made of. You get more when you give it up.
Get more when you give it up.
Summer turns to winter. Oh, it's just the way it goes.
Seeds don't need a burial if you ever want to grow. That's how it goes.
That's how it goes.
You're scared to try, but I,
I bet you'll find that you, you get more when you give it up.
You get more when you give it up.
Sooner or later, you'll find what you're made of.
You get more when you give it up.
English translation
Well, I pleaded with God to turn his time machine on.
The grass was greener when Daddy was mowing the lawn.
And the good nights in the house, and now the greetings on the phone.
I'm getting so much younger all the older I have grown.
I tend to fight the feelings that I don't already know.
But seems like any place the Lord has made makes anywhere a home. Anywhere a home.
The leaves fall off the branches as the seasons change on.
Might welcome them with tears, but I'm not wishing that they're gone.
You're scared to try, but I,
I bet you'll find that you get more when you give it up.
Get more when you give it up.
Sooner or later, you'll find what you're made of. You get more when you give it up.
Get more when you give it up.
Summer turns to winter. Oh, it's just the way it goes.
Seeds don't need a burial if you ever want to grow. That's how it goes.
That's how it goes.
You're scared to try, but I,
I bet you'll find that you, you get more when you give it up.
You get more when you give it up.
Sooner or later, you'll find what you're made of.
You get more when you give it up.