Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Henry Maclyn Conlon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Conlon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Ebersold
Producer
Lyrics
It’s the last call on a Friday night
And there’s no one here to drive home this time
So I clutch my keys inside of my fist so tight
Close one eye to try to keep between the lines
Oh I know better
That I know better than this
I said I’d never
Do this ever again
But slowing down ain't ever been easy
When life comes at you so hard
And the blue lights in the mirror they release me
I’m crying foxhole prayers from the backseat of a cop car
Saying oh why did you let me so far
Waking up to silence again
Reaching over to the cold side of the bed
And the memories of sirens in my head
Oh I’m haunted though I walk amongst the dead
Oh I know better
That I’m no better than this
I said I’d never
Do this ever again
But slowing down ain't ever been easy
When life comes at you so hard
And the blue lights in the mirror they release me
I’m crying foxhole prayers from the backseat of a cop car
Saying oh why did you let me so far
Oh I know better
That I’m no better than this
I said I’d never
Do this ever again
But slowing down ain't ever been easy
When life comes at you so hard
And the blue lights in the mirror they release me
I’m crying foxhole prayers from the backseat of a cop car
Saying oh why did you let me so far
Written by: Henry Conlon
