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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mercy McCoy
Mercy McCoy
Interprète
Stefan Scheuermann
Stefan Scheuermann
Guitare acoustique
Liam Bauman
Liam Bauman
Harmonies vocales
Taylor Raynor
Taylor Raynor
Harmonies vocales
Leon Majcen
Leon Majcen
Harmonies vocales
Tanner Boyle
Tanner Boyle
Harmonies vocales
Collin Ryan
Collin Ryan
Guitare électrique
Eddie Entreken
Eddie Entreken
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stefan Scheuermann
Stefan Scheuermann
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Stefan Scheuermann
Stefan Scheuermann
Production
Andrew Boullianne
Andrew Boullianne
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Why don't my friends ever write?
Maybe because I'm never home.
Could my sweet ambition
be my demolition?
Me, my dog, and time.
A once long drive, now just a little.
These days we meet in the middle.
You've got investments,
a sharp tongued adolescent.
Here it's me,
my dog,
and time.
Sometimes I dream
about packing it in.
Move to the city,
work a night shift.
Rewrite a history
that's cooler than mine.
Live in the mountains.
Fade with the light.
My good time buddies
they moved out of town.
They headed up to Nashville
to figure things out.
When they're not writing love songs
they'll drop us a line.
To me,
my dog,
and time.
The mailbox is empty
and the kitchen is closed.
If I slipped away
would anyone notice?
But for my best friend
just here by my side.
Me,
my dog,
and time.
Sometimes I dream about
settling the score.
Speak truth to power,
fight a great war.
Go down in glory
from saving someone.
You heal like a hero.
You set like the sun.
We go out together
the end of each day.
He keeps me tethered,
so I don't float away.
Walk home as the colors
bleed dark in the sky.
Me,
my dog,
and time.
Written by: Stefan Scheuermann
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