Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sons of Habit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Parish
Songwriter
Hagan Edge
Songwriter
Mitchell Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Eckerd
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Gas tanks about on empty
Good thing I don't have far to go
One cigarette in the console
But I don't need to smoke
No one in the front seat
But I don't mind bein alone
Damn it's been a long day
But the sun still rose
If I called you again we both know how this ends
So I won't it's a hole that I'm six feet in
Where I was before on the bedroom floor
With the sheets over me cause you ain't there no more
And I said my prayers but to who who knows where they go
At least the sun still rose
All the promises you said you'd keep
Where the hell are they now
I like to think they meant more to me
But Maybe I'm too proud
When I close my eyes
I should see the signs
Cause the writings on the wall
And I wish I wouldn't have
Called you again we both know how this ends
So I won't it's a hole that I'm six feet in
Where I was before on the bedroom floor
With the sheets over me cause you ain't there no more
And I said my prayers but to who who knows where they go
At least the sun still rose
At least the sun still rose
The sun still rose
Gas tanks about on empty
Good thing I don't have far to go
Written by: Hagan Edge, Jeffrey Parish, Mitchell Douglas