Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sugarland
Sugarland
Performer
Kristian Bush
Kristian Bush
Acoustic Guitar
Jennifer Nettles
Jennifer Nettles
Vocals
Paul Bushnell
Paul Bushnell
Bass
Brandon Bush
Brandon Bush
Keyboards
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Victor Indrizzo
Victor Indrizzo
Drums
Bennett Salvay
Bennett Salvay
Conductor
David Angell
David Angell
Violin
David Davidson
David Davidson
Violin
Monisa Angell
Monisa Angell
Viola
Carole Rabinowitz
Carole Rabinowitz
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristian Bush
Kristian Bush
Composer
Jennifer Nettles
Jennifer Nettles
Composer
Brandon Bush
Brandon Bush
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kristian Bush
Kristian Bush
Producer
Jennifer Nettles
Jennifer Nettles
Producer
Julian Raymond
Julian Raymond
Producer
Tom Tapley
Tom Tapley
Engineer
Sean Badum
Sean Badum
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Kane
Kevin Kane
Assistant Recording Engineer
Howard Willing
Howard Willing
Strings Engineer
Austin Atwood
Austin Atwood
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Chagnon
Adam Chagnon
Mixing Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Engineer
Brandon Bush
Brandon Bush
Studio Personnel
Zoe Rosen
Zoe Rosen
Studio Personnel
Brianna Steinitz
Brianna Steinitz
Studio Personnel
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yesterday Hell rained down
Another kid, another school in another town
I think about how the tell my son
Think about how that one got a gun
[Verse 2]
There are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there wouldn't leave him alone
[Verse 3]
But what if we tried to reach him with words?
What if we looked in his eyes and asked where does it hurt?
Would he find all he was worth?
Monday was hoping, but
Tuesday's broken
[Verse 4]
On a bed, feet up on the wall
Her eyes are red and wet
And she wants to end it all
Easy to be mean on the screen
Cowards call you names
She reads the lies and multiplies the hurt and shame
Man, it's a numbers game
[Verse 5]
But there are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there, it won't leave her alone
[Verse 6]
But what if we tried to reach her with words?
Would if we looked in her eyes and asked where does it hurt?
Would she find all she was worth?
Monday was hoping, but
Tuesday's broken
[Verse 7]
Like voices that won't make a sound
We keep missing chances to turn it around
If someone is hurting right now
Open your mouth
[Verse 8]
What if we tried to reach them with words?
What if we looked in their eyes and asked where does it hurt?
Would they find all they were worth?
Monday was hoping, don't leave it unspoken
Tuesday's broken
Written by: Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush
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