Produced by Robin Pecknold
Engineered & Mixed by Beatriz Artola
Additional Engineering & Assistance: Michael Harris, Christopher Cerullo, Jens Jungkurth, Paul Spring, Lauren Marquez, Bastien Lozier, and Jon Low
Mastered by Joe LaPorta
Vocals: Robin Pecknold
Drums and percussion: Homer Steinweiss
All other instrumentation: Robin Pecknold
Lyrics
Monday night
Loud in the road outside
I saw the gate coming down
And smoke all around
The south hill
These last days
Con-men controlled my fate
No one is holding the whip
And the oil won’t stick
But I will
Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong
Sunday end
Ache for the sight of friends
Though I’ve been safe in the thought
That the line we walk
Is the same one
Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong
Sometimes it comes to this, no it’s true
This time, what comes of it, call it due
I do
I do
I do
I do
Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong
