Recorded in the living room in a day. Austin plays all instruments except for slide guitar, which is covered by Tom Relling.

Lyrics

I keep findin' a reason that you got,
A sense of this treason from the the start,
Anybody else would have thought this was,
Some kind of victory.

I see that your grievin' and you got,
More than your reasons to fall apart,
Anybody else would have thought this was,
The way things was suppose to be.

When I hear you call this madness,
A crime in the first degree,
What comes from these truths undone,
I guess you have to wait and see.
Is it more than you can imagine,
This, impossiblility
Oh lord, I got this feelin'
Washin' over me.

Now that you eyes are open and you got,
A reason for hopin' what I got,
Is some kinda potion, just something,
to ease some of your misery.

But you look around you and you find,
Everything you cared for been left behind,
Takin' away while your nose was to the grind,
And still it's some kind of mystery.

I can feel all of your sadness,
Wishin' for what used to be,
What comes from these things we've done,
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Is it more than you can imagine,
This, impossiblility
Oh lord, I got this feelin'
Washin' over me.

If only was a rich man, I would
If only was a rich man, I could
Only was a rich man.
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I can feel all of your sadness,
Wishin' for what used to be,
What comes from these things we've done,
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Is it more than you can imagine,
This, impossiblility
Oh lord, I got this feelin'
Washin' over me.