Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Strings
Acoustic Guitar
Billy Failing
Banjo
Glenn Brown
Vibraphone
Jarrod Walker
Mandolin
John Mailander
Violin
Royal Masat
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Apostol
Songwriter
John Weisberger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Brown
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Remember the time
We were both eye to eye
And we both knew the reasons why
Seemed like we faced the world on our own
Before we collide
Can we just take a moment
Collecting reflections of this
And remember the paths that we chose?
[Chorus]
Spring lied to us this year again
Can't stand to face the fear again
You could always laugh about those things
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone, like everything else
[Verse 2]
Let go of the pain
Hold on to the rhythm
That's consciously held back in you
Drowning a sorrow that's long been at rest
The past is a hell
It can creep up inside you
So let me remind you of this
There's a reason your troubles exist
[Chorus]
Spring lied to us again this year
Still, I can't stand to face the fear
Will you always laugh about those things?
It's enough to make a man stay humble
Every day is just a new chance to stumble
Just to end up gone, like everything else
[Verse 3]
If ever a time
Comes around in the wheel
To replace where we stand side-by-side
We'll be ready and able to fly
Away from the mire
And the senseless decisions
Of somebody's wasted desire
Through the smoke and the wind and the fire
[Chorus]
Spring lied to us this year again
Can't stand to face that fear again
You could always laugh about those things
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone, like everything else
[Verse 4]
Remember the time
We were both eye to eye
And we both knew the reasons why
Seemed like we faced the world on our own
Before we collide
Can we just take a moment
Collecting reflections of this
And remember the paths that we chose?
[Chorus]
Spring lied to us this year again
Can't stand to face that fear again
Will you always laugh about those things?
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone, like everything else
Written by: John Weisberger, William Apostol