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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caitlyn Smith
Lead Vocals
Ben West
Acoustic Guitar
Gordie Sampson
Electric Guitar
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Ryan Gore
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caitlyn Smith
Songwriter
Ben West
Songwriter
Gordie Sampson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caitlyn Smith
Producer
Ben West
Producer
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Gena Johnson
Editing Engineer
Zaq Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'm terrified we'll end up like my parents
Together, but alone
I'm lost in my head, and it's a wilderness
And I've never felt the winter quite this cold
But you're in the next room over
Drinking tequila on ice
And I'd be six months sober
If you were my vice
And if your walls were mountains
I would shake you like an earthquake
'Cause baby, your heart's in another place
When you look at me, boy, you might as well be in Alaska
Empty wine glasses, leaky air mattress
And all the wild nights we spent
Feeling so in love, we couldn't get close enough
I wonder where the hell that went
'Cause you're in the next room over
Drinking tequila on ice
And I'd be six months sober
If you were my vice
And if your walls were mountains
I would shake you like an earthquake
'Cause baby, your heart's in another place
When you look at me, boy, you might as well be in Alaska
I always pictured us tangled up somewhere south of the border
Oh, and what I'd give to fix all this and feel you closer
But you're in the next room over
Drinking tequila on ice
And I'd be six months sober
If you were my vice
And if your walls were mountains
I would shake you like an earthquake
'Cause baby, your heart's in another place
When you look at me, boy, you might as well be in Alaska, oh, oh
When you look at me, boy, you might as well be in Alaska
Writer(s): Gordie Sampson, Caitlyn Elizabeth Smith, Benjamin West
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