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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Lead Vocals
Sammy Mitchell
Background Vocals
Robert Williford
Background Vocals
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Kurt Ozan
Pedal Steel Guitar
Grady Saxman
Drums
Tyler King
Background Vocals
Grace Anne Waller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Songwriter
Steven Battey
Songwriter
Robert Williford
Songwriter
Sammy Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sammy Mitchell
Producer
Steven Battey
Producer
Adam Grover
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Alex Gilson
Engineer
Andrew Darby
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Gabe Millman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jackie Boyz
Producer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Royster
Engineer
Scott Moffatt
Producer
Lyrics
Are you sitting at home all alone
Trying to fall asleep?
Are you staring a hole through your phone
Praying that it rings?
Are you watching a movie that you've seen
A thousand times?
Or maybe playing some Mayer
Getting lost in your favorite lines?
Well, if you're anything like me
You just might be doing whatever it takes to drown out the noise
But I just wanna hear your voice
I'm one number away from calling you
I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside
Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess
I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, everything I want to say
But I'm still one number away
Are you stuck at a red light with a
Marlboro Light on your lips?
Does the smoke in your mirror
Get clearer without my kiss?
Are you changing the station
Replacing our favorite song?
Well, maybe it's a mistake, hit the brakes on the moving on
Well, if you're anything like me
You just might be doing whatever it takes to outrun the storm
But I'm almost out that door
And I'm one number away from calling you
I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside
Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess
I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, everything I want to say
But I'm still one number away
Will you pick up when I call?
Or just forget we loved at all?
We don't have to talk, I just wanna hear your voice
And I'm one number away from calling you
I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside
Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess
I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, anything I want to say
But I'm still one number away
Away
Away
Yeah, I'm still one number away
Writer(s): Steven Andre Battey, Carlos Centel Battey, Sammy Mitchell, Luke Holmes, Rob Williford
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