Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mipso
Performer
Libby Rodenbough
Fiddle
Wood Robinson
Bass
Jacob Sharp
Mandolin
Joseph Terrell
Guitar
Sean Trischka
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Libby Rodenbough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wood Robinson
Recording Engineer
Chris Boerner
Mastering Engineer
Conor Davis
Engineer
Sunset Carson Appleton
Engineer
Lyrics
Well it looked like smoke
What was I gonna do, pull over and put it out with my coat?
No, I would do well to keep my eyes on the road
Oh starry eyes
You can lead me over the hill where I know
It’s something like no one else would dream to face alone
Oh starry eyes
You can lead me over the hill and I’ll go
Well I made it home
You were in the kitchen, fighting off all of your usual foes
As usual I had too much faith in the weight of my blows
Take a page from the book of fools
The gate is open
I see the moonlight on the pool
And the game is broken
Why do we memorize the rules
The bait is motion
Lay down your hunger to move
And shame is an ocean
There is no more being cool
Written by: Libby Rodenbough