Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonah Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonah Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
I see your face
I hear you in the walls
I’m out of place
Wandering down the hall
So carry on
Disgrace is nothing new
Dragged along
You always think it’s you
Saturday
Rained from dawn till dark
Sunday comes
The clouds begin to part
Monday comes
To take us from ourselves
Leave it to
Your early morning hell
Written by: Jonah Smith

