Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Cox
Performer
Adam Eckersley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Cox
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Fell
Producer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Leather backed book down beside me
Crisp white page underneath
I'm sittin' down in Louisiana
On the side of the street
[Verse 2]
Do I run to the hills on the outskirts?
Sit down and play my guitar
Swear at the wind from a cliff face
I wonder where you are
[Verse 3]
'Cause I've dug a hole that I could get lost in
And I've drowned in this sense of defeat
There's only one place I know to be welcome
You're my remedy, my remedy
[Verse 4]
It's been so long since I've seen ya
Can't get you off my mind
How many times did I tell you?
This history is falling behind
[Verse 5]
So why can't I stop thinking of you?
'Cause God, it's been so damn long
It feels like I'm running up hills backwards
I'm so far from home
[Verse 6]
'Cause I've dug a hole that I could get lost in
And I've drowned in this sense of defeat
There's only one place I know to be welcome
You're my remedy, my remedy
[Verse 7]
'Cause it's hard to make money from singing
Yeah, I'll tell you that much for free
Looks like I'm back on the fence line
You're my remedy, my remedy
You're my remedy, my remedy
You're my remedy, my remedy
Written by: Brad Cox