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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Vocals
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Bass
John Mark Painter
John Mark Painter
French Horn
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Guitar
Paul Buckmaster
Paul Buckmaster
First Violin
Ali Gooding-Hoffman
Ali Gooding-Hoffman
String Instrument
Alicia Enstrom
Alicia Enstrom
String Instrument
Anthony Lamarchina
Anthony Lamarchina
String Instrument
Betsy Lamb
Betsy Lamb
String Instrument
Carole Rabinowitz
Carole Rabinowitz
String Instrument
Carrie Bailey
Carrie Bailey
String Instrument
David Davidson
David Davidson
String Instrument
Emily Nelson
Emily Nelson
String Instrument
Janet Darnall
Janet Darnall
String Instrument
Jim Grosjean
Jim Grosjean
String Instrument
Julia Tanner
Julia Tanner
String Instrument
Katelyn Westergard
Katelyn Westergard
String Instrument
Matt Walker
Matt Walker
String Instrument
Monisa Angell
Monisa Angell
String Instrument
Sari Reist
Sari Reist
String Instrument
Seanad Chang
Seanad Chang
String Instrument
Stefan Petrescu
Stefan Petrescu
String Instrument
WeiTsun Chang
WeiTsun Chang
String Instrument
Zac Casebolt
Zac Casebolt
String Instrument
Zeneba Bowers
Zeneba Bowers
String Instrument
Chris Powell
Chris Powell
Drums
David Angell
David Angell
String Instrument
MaryKathryn VanOsdale
MaryKathryn VanOsdale
String Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Songwriter
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Songwriter
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Songwriter
Paul Buckmaster
Paul Buckmaster
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Spear
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Producer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Assistant Recording Engineer

Letras

"Waiter, send this to the table, the party of one" The only other lonely soul in this place And so you're finishing up your coffee, but then where you're gonna run? Where'd you get that look on your face? You should always let the sun go down on your anger Let it burn you to sleep Bring it closer to danger, to surrender and retreat Sing your sad soul to sleep I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still But I am tired And I am yours Don't even think about your freedom or taking that flight Or going back upon your promise after fighting for the right Because your eggshells and your right statements And your weaponized words, are paper tigers now Oh, your constant overthinking and your secretive drinking Are making it more and more alone And girl, I could slam the door behind you, it ain't never gonna close Because when you're home, you're already home I am tired I am tired I don't wanna go home anymore I don't wanna throw stones anymore I don't wanna take part in the war I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still I don't wanna be right anymore Lord, I don't wanna fight anymore I'm not taking your side anymore I am tired I am not my own And I am leaving Oh, I am tired But I'm coming home 'Cause I am yours, I am yours, I am yours I am yours, I am yours I am yours, I am yours, I am yours I am yours, I am yours
Writer(s): Brandi Marie Carlile, Timothy Jay Hanseroth, Phillip John Hanseroth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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