Vídeo musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Aguilar
Bass Guitar
Isaac Stalling
Electric Guitar
Andrew Dolman
Drums
Daniel Walker
Keyboards
Jake Lynn
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bo Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wes Sharon
Mixing Engineer
115 Recording Norman Oklahoma
Recording Engineer
Letras
Troubadour could you play me something
That might pick me up
Between all the drinking
All my days just seem to be mixed up
Thought I had a clue at 17
And life just threw it out
Expectations of a young man
With pockets full of dust
I'm not sure of anything, anything
At all it seems anymore
I'm not sure of anything, anything
At all
Dear mother can you say a prayer for the world before you rest
There are children only five years old in cancer patient beds
Time is cruel and when your old I only hope it all makes sense
For some time it seems that everything in my heads been a mess
I'm not sure of anything, anything
At all it seems anymore
I'm not sure of anything, anything
At all
I'm not sure how anyone can wake up
And see the tv screen for all the news
It's guns and violence, politics and riots
Just another public form of muse
And I'm just not sure anymore
Writer(s): Mario Raymond Julien Van Den Bergh, Dirk De Weerdt
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