Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
THE BAND FEEL
Performer
Tyler Armstrong
Guitar
Garrett Barcus
Vocals
Timothy Steinwart
Drums
Kadin Rea
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Armstrong
Lyrics
Garrett Barcus
Composer
Timothy Steinwart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
THE BAND FEEL
Producer
Paul Moak
Producer
Zack Zinck
Engineer
Brendan Hapgood
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Hayes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Moses
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Preacher was drivin'
Preacher found on the phone
That his hope to get the Lord to me
Made his other brothers get some
And they're feedin' on the wind
Layin' out cold in the back
With we four strangers, and just one black cat
You're gettin' closer underwater
I'm gettin' higher
To what I need
I said it's too late
Lonely father
She's just wantin' to tell you she's tryin' to go
Down
If it were honest days
I would contemplate tryna reach your red bones
If it were honest days
I would contemplate tryna reach ya
The long way
You're gettin' closer underwater
I'm gettin' higher
To what I need
I said it's too late
Lonely father
She's just wantin' to tell you she's tryin' to go
Down
Betty, what a light, she said he was lonely
But she hopes to bring him closer
Hopes to bring him over
Well ah yeah, ah well
You're gettin' closer underwater
I'm gettin' higher
To what I need
I said it's too late
Lonely father
She's just wantin' to tell you she's tryin'
She's wantin' to tell you she's tryin' to
She's wantin' to tell you she's tryin' to go
Written by: Garrett Barcus, Timothy Steinwart, Tyler Armstrong