Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Exhale
John Exhale
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Exhale
John Exhale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Exhale
John Exhale
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Riding the subway, sleepy to the Rockaways,
I know how far away Novi Sad is tonight.
They’ll never understand, what this city takes away,
With pen and paper, I write it all down in the night.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey it’s not brandy, but it hits you in the head,
Tonight my sadness is great, as great as America’s spread.
I can't send love because it's not sent,
Just a letter written by me, to the one I will never met.
(Verse 2)
A stamp from the Statue of Liberty, sealed with my tears,
In the letter, the only sadness that breaks me, I fear.
Faces of passengers, crushed in this metal maze,
You’re somewhere far behind those clouds, lost in a haze.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey it’s not brandy, but it hits you in the head,
Tonight my sadness is great, as great as America’s spread.
I can't send love because it's not sent,
Just a letter written by me, to the one I will never met.
(Bridge)
Did you fall asleep, or are you awake like me?
Are you troubled by anxiety, or are you set free?
When you read it, this letter I write,
The secret will be hidden behind these lines tonight.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey it’s not brandy, but it hits you in the head,
Tonight my sadness is great, as great as America’s spread.
I can't send love because it's not sent,
Just a letter written by me, to the one I will never met.
(Outro)
Oh, whiskey it’s not brandy, but it hits you in the head,
Tonight my sadness is great, as great as America’s spread.
Oh, whiskey it’s not brandy, but it hits you in the head,
Tonight my sadness is great, as great as America’s spread.
Written by: John Exhale
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