Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Sara Watkins
Chant
Chris Eldridge
Guitare acoustique
Gabe Witcher
Guitare électrique
Jay Bellerose
Batterie
Jon Brion
Guitare électrique
Mikaela Davis
Harpe
Paul Kowert
Contrebasse
Russ Pahl
Pedal steel guitar
Tyler Chester
Orgue Hammond
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sara Watkins
Paroles/Composition
Dan Wilson
Paroles/Composition
Gabe Witcher
Arrangement
Paroles
On a quiet night driving out to Harriet's again
To breathe the air and sooth my mind
A stranger might get lost out in the emptiness
If he don't know how to read the signs
If Harriet isn't there I let myself in
Cause when she's gone, she's gone for awhile
I'll stay a couple days, this is just a little trip
To get out from under the pile
This place has got a hold on me, it's got a hold on
This place has got a hold on me, it's got a hold on
The desert will remind you who you oughta be
It'll show you who you are
There's nothing to protect what you're hiding
And I remember when she found my mark
This place has got a hold on me, it's got a hold on
This place has got a hold on me, it's got a hold on
Now I walk along the washout behind your place
Lie down there in the sand
And all that doesn't matter, it drifts away
And the wonder takes my hand
She's the bright hot sun in the cold night
She's the cold black darkness in the starlight
There are those I held onto and let go
But this one's got a hold on me, she's got a hold on
This one's got a hold on me, she's got a hold on
Early morning, westbound on the Interstate
California's still fast asleep
Dawn is in my mirror once again
The light begins to weep
Writer(s): Daniel Dodd Wilson, Sara Watkins
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