Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parkland
Performer
Will Quiring
Lead Vocals
Jeff Romanyk
Drums
Jeremy Olson
Bass Guitar
Steve Schneider
Piano
Janelle Moskalyk
Electric Guitar
Ian Cameron
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Quiring
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm the one at your best friend's house, still wearing his coat
And I'm the one in the back row, trying to feel the holy ghost
And I'm the one in the passenger side with the stakes pretty low
And I'm thinking what the hell was she thinking when we took that oath
All our friends are back at home
And I'm glued to the telephone
But with you, I don't feel so alone
Come on
The leaves are coming off of the trees
Remember when we used to believe
In that Alice Lake memory
Dad said it's gonna get pretty cold in the next few weeks
You had a call with a couple old friends who were drama geeks
Hope my brother can come over for a fire and a couple of drinks
And to my girl, when I'm looking for desire, I'll put it on for the week
Yeah, come on
Yeah, all our friends are back at home
Should we drive around and look at homes?
'Cause with you, I don't feel so alone
Come on
And should we practice everything that we preach?
With you lying next to me
Like that Alice Lake memory
Yeah, come on
Yeah, all our friends are back at home
But I don't really care at all
'Cause with you, I don't feel so alone
Yeah, come on
I guess what will be what will be
And I still don't know what you see in me
Is it that Alice Lake memory?
Writer(s): Will Quiring
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