Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Collin David Mattiford
Songwriter
Francis Erly Gleason, III
Songwriter
Trevor Reed McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Bennett
Producer
Lyrics
Telephone call from a desk at 3:00 am
Speaking in a voice that you had when we were friends
Your karma is at the door
And you're barely up off the floor
And you pull all the strings just to get your cheap script read
Now the demons that you carry in your walk
Are the same little bits of danger in your talk
Reading the call
Something in the way you bend your words
Reading the call
And I wonder if it's my turn
Troubles on hold from a tale of two way streaks
You loosen your tie as the words begin to creak
You're looking to borrow time
Like a prophet who's on decline
And you're losing the edge as you're counting back your weeks
Now the demons that you carry in your walk
Are the same little bits of danger in your talk
Reading the call
Something in the way you bend your words
Reading the call
And I wonder if it's my turn
Reading the call
Something in the way you bend your words
Reading the call
And I wonder if it's my turn
Written by: Collin David Mattiford, Francis Erly Gleason, III, Trevor Reed McDonald