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Waves
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Country
Waves was released on 23 May 2025 by Mercury Nashville as a part of the album To Make You Cry - EP
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Release Date23 May 2025
LabelMercury Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Paul Defiglia
Paul Defiglia
Bass Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Songwriter
David Ray Stevens
David Ray Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Producer
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Mixing Engineer, Producer
Rico Csabai
Rico Csabai
Producer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You can't see it in the daylight
It only comes out in the nighttime
When the whiskey and the red wine starts to drown my soul
I get a little light another
So many things I wanna smother
And then I think about my mother
Breaking her heart makes me choke
Feels like I'm walking on a tightrope
Lord, help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I'm digging my own grave
I'm just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
I just wanna be a good man
I just wanna be a good friend
Lord, I'm doing the best I can
Feels like I'm barely getting by
I hope you know I love you
I hope you'll always love me too
I done the best that I know how to do
I pray I get there with some time
Feels like I'm walking on a tightrope
Lord, help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I'm digging my own grave
I'm just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
It's the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Baptized by fire, lived by the gun
Haunted by ghosts of the wrong that I done
Hung out to dry, washed by the blood
End of the line, I got nowhere to run
Feels like I'm walking on a tightrope
Lord, help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I'm digging my own grave
I've been trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
It's the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Written by: David Ray Stevens, Evan Bartels
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