Produced by Joey Cook, Cody Bowers, & Adam Kiel Written by Joey Cook Mastered by Carl Saff Mastering Mixed by Adam Kiel Recorded at Music Shed Studios in New Orleans, Louisiana Guitar - Cody Bowers Drums - Organ - Joey Cook Bass - Cody Bowers Ukulele - Joey Cook Vocals - Joey Cook Background Vocals - Quentin Alexander Sound Engineer - Adam Kiel BONES You shot your fathers sweet affair, off the pedestal he built. And though he tried, he never really could lie quite like you. You left her crying on the stairs, wearing just her underwear. And though she cries, she'll never really love you like i do. Now these bones are low on marrow & I'm miles away from home. & my true loves arms and sweetest songs, they echo in my bones, in my bones. Well your heart beats quiet as a kick-drum, & our bellies speak the same language. And you don't mind, you don't mind, that our brittle bones collide, that perfect 7 minutes before rest. You said you'd find me in the valley, searching for somebody else. But goddamn your frame for making me behave this way, now all they'll ever be is 2nd best. Now these bones are low on marrow & I've got no place to be. & at the end of this road, lies "home sweet home", with gardens, and you, under Aspen trees.