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For a long time, The Revivalists have been embraced as a good-times band, their swirl of indie rock, soul, folk, and even a dash of hip-hop serving a soundtrack to many summer nights. Their story, after all, has been one of youthful triumph, with a chance encounter between singer David Shaw and guitarist Zack Feinberg steadily leading to an octet that rose from the dingiest dives to the grandest American concert halls and amphitheaters. With PJ Howard and Andrew Campanelli, they are a two-drummer powerhouse anchored by bassist George Gekas and buoyed by horn man Rob Ingraham, keyboardist Michael Girardot, and pedal steel guitarist Ed Williams. But all eight members are now firmly into adulthood, with seven of them fathers. Enter Get It Honest, their sixth and most affecting album, a true grown-folks record built on songs about cutting yourself clear of a past that only drags you down and embracing the parts of your present that make you grateful to be here at all, like love and grace and salvation.

Let’s rewind, then, to the title track, the moment when Get It Honest truly began: When Shaw finally woke up for real one morning in early 2023, he barely remembered the words he’d jotted down sometime around 3 a.m. For more than a dozen years, The Revivalists singer had brought a workmanlike tenacity to songwriting, trying to do a little every day so as to keep his proverbial line in the creative waters. But the band was still three months away from releasing its fifth album, Pour It Out Into the Night, while he and his wife, Sam, were still six months away from becoming first-time parents. He was anxious, he admits, and maybe a little depressed.

Though nearly 20 years have now passed since Shaw last had a drink, the thick thread of alcoholism that winds through his family still sometimes tugs on him in moments like these. He’d been thinking about how a dram or a draft might make him feel better, at least temporarily, when he stirred in the middle of the night to write down some lines: “Well, I’m so bored, so bored of being sober/Maybe I’ll go downtown, to some bar down on Decatur.” He finished the song the next day, its verses drawing the battle lines between what he has been and can still become. It was the first time he’d ever had such a pre-dawn epiphany, the first time a song had ever arrived so urgently and simply. That song—“Get It Honest,” of course—became the record’s emotional and musical centerpiece, the point from which everything else on the mature and magnetic Get It Honest radiates.

In the past, lots of songs from The Revivalists began only with an acoustic guitar and voice. But as the band worked those old numbers up, that original germ would often recede or even disappear completely, supplanted by saxophone and percussion, steel guitar and keys. This time, though, The Revivalists quickly understood that the songs Shaw was writing—alone or with friends like Andriu “Yàno” Yanovski and Eric Krasno or with bandmates including Campanelli, Howard, and Feinberg—should retain that core, that the realizations within these words deserved to sit in the spotlight. Even colossal opener “Heart Stop,” about persevering in the face of things you love so much they threaten to tear you apart, keeps its center of tangled guitars, powerful drums, and belt-your-heart-out vocals intact. “I’m not afraid of the future comin’ my way,” Shaw howls en route to the climax, squaring up to whatever is to come. “I’m over wasting my time.”

“This one might hit a little different for everyone, and I love that. But for me, I’d say sometimes you are caught between two loves—one that’s tearing you apart and one that you know is right,” Shaw explains. “This song is the sleepless nights, the wreckage and the moment you finally surrender to what you know is there for you.”

Some songs demanded that these skilled musicians do very little, perhaps only adding a trace of percussion; others required players to try new things altogether, like when Feinberg shifted to drums for the arcing and gorgeous acoustic closer, “Lay It on Me.” Only a few years ago, squeezing eight egos into such patient and subtle songs likely wouldn’t have been possible, but experience and solidarity have at last enabled it for The Revivalists. Being alone together again with producer Rich Costey at Guilford Sound—the stunning studio in the verdant woods of Vermont, where they also recorded Pour It Out Into the Night—helped. Where The Revivalists have embraced multiple musical personalities on previous records, this one has a blessed cohesion, as if the band has finally found how it wants to sound, at least for right now.

“We let the acoustic guitar be the heart of it all the way through, pretty much with every song. So they just ring true to how they were written,” Shaw says. “It goes to the theme and the title—we just let the skeletons dance.”

“Take a deep breath and remember,” Shaw sings late into “Lost and Found,” a folk-pop headrush about reaching escape velocity with your past. “You don’t have to be who you are forever.” He delivers that mantra like a newfound bit of gospel, announcing it as an axiom of collective liberation. Get It Honest follows that lead. “Razorblades And Runways” views the past with bittersweet introspection, Shaw lamenting the days he wasted chasing a thrill or his ego but celebrating the way his family now keeps him moving forward. It is a twinkling bit of soft soul, Ingraham’s flute lighting the way. And “Love’s the Only Thing” is a heartland rock wonder, equal parts plea from an emotional abyss and a paean to the power of love to pull us out of it.

Get It Honest isn’t, though, blithely optimistic about the state of the world. The title track stares directly into the dark and acknowledges what it would mean to give in. Shaw wrote “As of Now” on New Year’s Day 2025, hours after a driver killed 14 people on Bourbon Street. “I want people to know, with our music in general, we’re here with them, down in the trenches,” Shaw says. “I don’t ever want to feel like an artist on a pedestal.” To wit, The Revivalists have long run Rev Causes, a philanthropic fund that funnels portions of ticket sales to crucial causes like mental health care, gun-violence reform, and environmental sustainability. With their words and their actions, The Revivalists simply take the time and energy to remember to look up and look ahead, to keep going.

Now that Get It Honest is done, Shaw is still grappling with what the title phrase means to him. It is, on the surface, about the inheritance we get from our family, the way our genes and our upbringing inevitably shape who we become, for better and worse. Now that he is a father who sees fresh traces of himself in his daughter each day, it’s constantly on his mind. But maybe, he admits, it’s about something more—perhaps the way we move through an increasingly wobbly world, with little control over anything apart from our responses to it? These songs are about those responses, then, about coming out on the other side of self-flagellation and doubt and getting on with the living, as honestly as you can. The Revivalists have found their own unexpected way toward whatever is up ahead. “This album,” Shaw says, “is about understanding this point and learning to work with it like a potter works the clay. Our flaws and imperfections are what ultimately make us human and beautiful.”

Credits

Produced by Rich Costey

Recorded by Jeff Citron at Guilford Sound, Vermont.

Mixed by Rich Costey at Guilford Sound, Vermont and Strongroom Studios, London

Mastered by Howie Weinberg

Musicians & Instruments

The Revivalists are

David Shaw

Zack Feinberg

Andrew Campanelli

George Gekas

Rob Ingraham

Ed Williams

Michael Girardot

PJ Howard

Heart Stop (04:19)

(Shaw, Yanovski, Howard)

Producer: Rich Costey

Co-Producer: David Shaw

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, background vocals

Zack Feinberg: electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: percussion

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: synthesizers, piano, background vocals

PJ Howard: drums

Andriu Yanovski: background vocals, synths

Lost And Found (03:24)

(Shaw, Gelbuda)

Producer: Rich Costey

Co-Producer: David Shaw

David Shaw: lead vocals, background vocals

Zack Feinberg: acoustic guitar, 12 string guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Ed Williams: dobro, pedal steel guitar,

Michael Girardot: keys

PJ Howard: percussion, background Vocals

Get It Honest (03:24)

(Shaw)

Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. on behalf of David Shaw Publishing

Producer: Rich Costey

Co-Producer: David Shaw

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: 12 string acoustic guitar, banjo, electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: flute, saxophones

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: piano

PJ Howard: percussion, drums

Rich Costey: drum programming

Blood On The River (03:30)

(Shaw)

Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. on behalf of David Shaw Publishing

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar, whistling,

Zack Feinberg: electric guitar, nylon string guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones, whistling, background vocals

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: synthesizers, piano, background vocals

PJ Howard: percussion

Razorblades And Runways (03:33)

(Shaw, Krasno)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: electric guitar, acoustic guitar,

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: flute, background vocals

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: organ, synthesizers, wurlitzer,

PJ Howard: percussion

Love’s The Only Thing (03:40)

(Shaw)

Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. on behalf of David Shaw Publishing

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: Banjo, 12 string electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones, background vocals

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: synthesizers, piano, background vocals, organ,

PJ Howard: percussion

Holy (03:36)

(Shaw, Yanovski)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums, background vocals

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophone, background vocals

Ed Williams: dobro, pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: synthesizers, background vocals, trumpet, wurlitzer

PJ Howard: percussion, background vocals

Bad Bad Bad (03:56)

(Feinberg)

David Shaw: lead vocals

Zack Feinberg: acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophone, background vocals

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: piano, synthesizers, organ,

PJ Howard: percussion

The World Is Not Enough (04:07)

(Campanelli, Shaw)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar,

Zack Feinberg: electric guitar, acoustic guitar,

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: flute

Ed Williams: pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: piano, background vocals, synthesizers, organ,

PJ Howard: percussion, background vocals,

Rich Costey: programmed percussion

Davide Rossi: strings

As Of Now (03:35)

(Shaw, Campanelli, Ingraham)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: banjo, acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums, percussion

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones, background Vocals

Ed Williams: dobro, pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: piano, background vocals, synthesizers, organ,

PJ Howard: percussion, background vocals,

Nobody (02:53)

(Shaw, Campanelli)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar,

Zack Feinberg: acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones, background vocals

Ed Williams: dobro, pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: clavinet, piano, synthesizers, organ,

PJ Howard: percussion

Lay It On Me (03:01)

(Shaw, Feinberg)

David Shaw: lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Zack Feinberg: electric guitar, acoustic guitar

Andrew Campanelli: drums

George Gekas: bass guitar

Rob Ingraham: saxophones

Ed Williams: dobro, pedal steel guitar

Michael Girardot: piano,

PJ Howard: percussion

Cover Art: Arthur Leipzig Growing Up in New York, Follow the Leader, c 1943

Package Design: Tommy Moore with assistance from Katie Reahl at C3 Management

Product Management: Drew Carey, Val Hedges and Adam Smith at C3 Management

Artist Management: Morgan Young, Charlie Walker, Adam Smith, Drew Carey, Val Hedges, Samia Salfity, Katie Reahl, and Sam Giordano at C3 Management

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Lyrics

“Heart Stop”

Written by David Shaw and Andrew Yanovski and Paullet “PJ” Howard

We played this game, it’s bad for our health

Down in this hole, we dug ourselves

I lost your love, it broke my heart

I hate myself, it’s all my fault

And the pain don’t lie

Cold sweats keep me up at night

I feel it all when the pressure drops

Cause you’re the only one that makes my heart stop

Beating me up, tearing me down

Breaking my back, wearin’ me out

Wherever we are, you make my heart stop beatin’

You make my heart stop

Holding it in, freaking me out

Never been so lost as I am now

You make my heart stop beatin’

And it won’t stop bleedin’

I changed my mind at seventeen

I’m going back to kerosene

You watched me burnin’ up inside

It’s crazy that I’m still alive

And the pain don’t lie

Getting high on my alibi

I feel it all when the pressure drops

Cause you’re the only one that makes my heart stop

Beating me up, tearing me down

Breaking my back, wearin’ me out

Wherever we are, you make my heart stop beatin’

You make my heart stop

Holdin’ it in, freaking me out

Never been so lost as I am now

You make my heart stop beatin’

And it won’t stop bleedin’

[Bridge]

They made it so hard to live

So I’ve been learning to die

I’m not afraid of the future comin’ my way,

I’m over wasting my time

Cause this is my life

And the pain don’t lie

Cold sweats keep me up at night

I feel it all when the pressure drops

Cause you’re the only one that makes my heart stop

Beating me up, tearing me down

Breaking my back, wearin’ me out

Wherever we are, you make my heart stop beatin’

You make my heart stop beatin’

Holding in, freakin’ me out

Never been so lost as I am now

You make my heart stop beatin’

And it won’t stop bleedin’

“Lost And Found”

Written by David Shaw and Chris Gelbuda

Falling slow through the hands of hope

I can see my light but it’s burnin’ low

I know I ain’t the only one who’s been staring into oblivion

I was facedown down on the pavement

About a thousand miles from home

All these demons I was chasin’

I finally left them alone

No the road sure wasn’t pretty

But we made it out somehow

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

So let it go, let it roll, let it all work out

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

Deep inside of this cage of mine

Think I had my fun, think I did my time

I’m going back to that peaceful dream

Where I learned to love my humanity

I was facedown on the pavement

About a thousand miles from home

All these demons I was chasin’

I finally left them alone

No the road sure wasn’t pretty

But we made it out somehow

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

So let it go, let it roll, let it all work out

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

So take a good look in the mirror

Say I love you, say I see you

Take a deep breath and remember

You don’t have to be who you are forever

Take a good look in the mirror

Say I love you, say I see you

Take a deep breath and remember

You don’t have to be who you are forever, forever

So let it go, let it roll

Let it all work out

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

So let it go, let it roll, let it all work out

Cause people like us, they get lost and found

People like us, they get lost and found

Get It Honest

Written by David Shaw

Well, I’m so bored, so bored with being sober

Maybe I’ll go downtown, to some bar down on Decatur

And I’ll drink ’til I remember, I’ll drink ’til I get caught

While my lover cries and my soul leaves the dock

Oh, I love New Orleans but this city’s got my number

And every chance she gets lord she tries to take me under

Cause it’s hard to leave your past and it hurts to wanna wander

But I guess that’s what I get for making lightning from the thunder

But I can’t say what I wanna say

While these four walls surround me

I know you feel like I do

You wanna change but you’re scared too

Leaning on my alibi

Broken on the inside

I know you feel like I do

You wanna change but you’re scared too

So I’ll ask you to forgive me

Cause I haven’t called my mother

The truth is I’m not busy, I’ve just been under the weather

Don’t ask about my father, what his father did to him

There’s always a little trauma comin’ up around the bend

Oh I’m running in the night to avoid what’s really there

Oh, I got it honest from my anxiety to my hair

Cause it’s hard to leave your past, and it hurts to wanna wander

I guess that’s what I get for chasing lightning with the thunder

But I can’t say what I wanna say

While these four walls surround me

I know you feel like I do

You wanna change but you’re scared too

Leaning on my alibi (but I can’t say what I wanna say)

Broken on the inside (with these four walls around me)

I know you feel like I do (I know you feel like I do)

You wanna change but you’re scared too

And I can’t relate to my past

These faces and places I pass

All made who I am today

I’m changing and breaking away

I’m lonely as I’ve ever been

Smiling through everythin’

I know you feel like I do

The stranger in me is you

Blood On The River

Written by David Shaw

Long live the river within us

As we disappear into the dust

Taken from the well and the fountain of change

As we sip from the vine of pleasure and pain

You can have it all in your long black dress

But you can’t take it with you if you pass that test

Feels right out here in the pines

I take a walk by the river and I clear my mind

(I take a walk by the river and I clear my mind)

I watch ’em all fade away

Behind their guns and the cavalry

It’s all skinned knees and make believe

Til you end up hangin’ from the family tree

Now there’s blood on the river, you feel no pain

God damn, it’s a dreadful game

Got no past, erased it fast

No God, no shame, it’s sad

Long live the river

Long live the river within us

Trust no one’s their philosophy

Ain’t nobody here to care for me

(Wow)

Long live the river, long live the river

Long live the river, within us

Long live the river, long live the river

Long live the river, within us

Long live the river, long live the river

Long live the river within us

Long live the river, long live the river

Long live the river, within us

Razorblades and Runways

Written by David Shaw and Eric Krasno

Tell ’em all you’re comin’

Every night you’re runnin’

Sing out to me, crimson’s your color

Chilling in your calling

Every night you’re wailing

Sing out to me, don’t make me wonder

Heaven’s order, can’t deny it

We used to be, the life of the party

Now we send our love to the babe

Razorblades and runways

Calicos and sun rays

I blew a thousand Mondays

Taking off the wrong way

Tell ’em all you’re comin’, every night you’re runnin’

Sing out to me, crimson’s your color

Chilling in your calling, every night you’re wailin’

Sing out to me, don’t make me wonder

Heaven’s order, can’t deny it

We used to be so free in the wild

Now we spend our nights all alone

She only likes the sunshine sometimes

When she’s rolling in the waves

She keeps me honest when I hear her cryin’

So hard to keep the beast at bay

My little love I’ll never keep you waiting

Oh let these feelings fade

You’ve got it

You’ve got me, and that’s always

Razorblades and runways

Calicos and sun rays

I blew a thousand Mondays

Taking off the wrong way

We used to be so free

“Love’s The Only Thing”

Written by David Shaw

I can still smell the scent of rose

On the pillows across the hall

And the wall’s still stained in red

From the time you lost your shit

You left in such a haste

Droppin’ records and pictures on the wall

Never bothered to pick them up

To give them back would make this real

Love’s the only thing that ever hurt me this bad

Tore me to shreds, fucked with my head (yeah)

Love’s the only thing that ever carried me home

Left me all alone, came on that strong

What could I have said?

Can’t get you out of my head

What could I have said?

Sometimes I take a trip

And just drive by our old place

I see your smile from the front porch

With that look upon your face

I tried but I can’t recall

What happened was a miracle

And right now I need a miracle

I need a miracle

Love’s the only thing that ever hurt me this bad

Tore me to shreds

Fucked with my head, yeah

Love’s the only thing that ever carried me home

Left me all alone

Came on that strong

What could I have said

Can’t get you out of my head

What could I have said

Can’t get you out of my head

Love’s the only thing

Love’s the only thing that ever hurt me this bad

Tore me to shreds fucked with my head (yeah)

That love’s the only thing that ever carried me home

Left me all alone, came on that strong

(Head, head) What could I have said

Can’t get you out of my head

(Head, head) What could I have said

Can’t get you out of my head

(Head, head)

Can’t get you out of my head

(Head, head)

Can’t get you out of my head

“Holy”

Written by David Shaw and Andrew Yanovski

I’m deep in the hills tonight, it don’t matter what you do

I’m walking into the void, to get a closer look at you

I’m feeling the love tonight, like I’m making the morning dew

I’m moving through space and time, a supernatural point of view

But you sayin’ an eye for an eye

Makes the whole world blind

So let the punishment fit the crime

But this time I’ve opened my eyes

To a new world inside

A holy light

Say oh hey, can you help me now

Before the lights go down

Before our time runs out

Say oh hey, will you love me now

Before the lights go down

Before our time runs out

I’ve seen the world in a different way

Color stains the light that shines

Insecurities tangled up

In all the lies I told my mind

Don’t push it back down inside

Let the heart in you ignite

Be the source of all your pride

That everlasting light

But this time I’ve opened my eyes

To a new world inside

A holy light

Say oh hey, can you help me now

Before the lights go down

Before our time runs out

Say oh hey, will you love me now

Before the lights go down

Before our time runs out

Vivid are the days I remember

We drank sangria by the river in the winter

Just the pain and a way of living in surrender

Till you enter another chamber

Where they tell you that the life you had is now over

Signed, sealed and delivered to your maker

Just look at what God gave you

Cause I can hear my soul, man, knocking in the morning

I can hear my soul, man, it came without a warning

Say oh hey, can you help me now

Before the lights go down, before our time runs out

Say oh hey, will you love me now

Before the lights go down, before our time runs out

Say oh hey, will you help me now

Before the time runs out, before the lights go down

“Bad Bad Bad”

Written by Zack Feinberg

So you wanna get the Hi-Fi

Checkin’ out of the hotel

So you wanna get the high five

From that devil on your trail

Well it’s gonna run you over

If you don’t wanna run it down

Think we better do this over

Before we end up in the ground

When it’s good, it’s good

But it’s bad, bad, bad

When it’s good, it’s so good

But it’s bad, bad, bad

Robert Johnson signed the dotted line

And she ate forbidden fruit

Both of them in their own time

Took their chances with the loot

Sometimes it seems there’s no back to be had

We wanna hold it in our hand

These days I feel the genie’s out the lamp

We’re in for trouble in this land

When it’s good, it’s good

But it’s bad, bad, bad

When it’s good, it’s so good

But it’s bad, bad, bad

Can’t hold it

Control it

Can’t hold back anymore

Can’t roll it

On home when

There’s no home here anymore,

Anymore

Well it’s good, it’s good

Well it’s bad, bad, bad

Well it’s good, so good

Well it’s bad, bad, bad

Well it’s good, so good

But it’s bad, bad, bad

When it’s good, it’s so good

This is bad, bad, bad

The World Is Not Enough

Written by Andrew Campanelli and David Shaw

What are we doing here

We love the hate we fear

It all returns to dust

As all it ever was

The world is not enough

Carried in the wind

I’m going where I’ve been

Since ever I was young

Forever all at once

The world is not enough

We’re buried in the flood

The water’s rising up

Weather all at once

What have we become?

Loneliness on my life

Heavy on my tongue

What have we become?

We’ll die forever young

The world is not enough

As Of Now

Written by David Shaw and Andrew Campanelli and Rob Ingraham

As of now, fourteen are in the ground

As of now, there’s one more motherless child

As of now, hate can’t stand up to the sound

Of the people who sand and danced in the waters

While the tears came down

In our time, sorrow walks the streets

Late at night, the hearts of good men and women weep

Underground here in the city of sound

There’s a pulse, it’s faint, but only as of now

It’s hard enough to save yourself

Grow up strong and live it well

It’s hard enough just to be good inside

Raise a child of your own while you take your time

It’s hard enough always acting so tough

When all you wanna do is just break down for a while

It’s hard enough living waist deep in the mud

It’s a hard enough life for us

As of now in my neighborhood they say

We won’t live in fear it’s never been our way

As of now there’s a sickness going round

But we’re not gonna let it drag us down

Out of town, the governor cracks a smile

Pops his collar and tries to act natural

In the wild there was a tiger on the prowl

Who shared the air with a nurse and an executive for a while

As of now love and mercy reign supreme

As of now the FBI’s on my street

As of now hate can’t stand up to the sound

Of the people who sand and danced in the waters

While the tears came down

It’s hard enough to save yourself

Grow up strong and live it well

It’s hard enough just to be good inside

Raise a child of your own while you take your time

It’s hard enough always acting so tough

And all you wanna do is just break down for a while

It’s hard enough living waist deep in the mud

It’s a hard enough life for us

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

It’s hard enough

It’s a hard enough life for us

“Nobody”

Written by David Shaw and Andrew Campanelli

If I can’t do it, it can’t be done

In my heart, I hold the sun

Howling to the misty moon

I’m going where the spirits move

And I talk faster than I can tell

And I ain’t buying what you’re trying to sell

Lost a part of me in a cheap motel

But you’ll never find my soul in hell

So live the life, dance to the magic

Never get enough, reach out and grab it

Take the night before the morning comes

Fix the flag, break the old habit

Make mistakes Go on, move on past it

Don’t waste your time tryin’ to run

Ain’t nobody gonna hold your hand

Ain’t nobody gonna take your stand

It’s true

Ain’t nobody but you

Long on life, short on living

Double down, lose all my winnings

What’s lost is found

When new beginnings end

Cause life’s a game and we’re all jokers

Broken hearts and front porch tokers

Diamonds are forever

We pretend

Ain’t nobody gonna get me high

Ain’t nobody gonna ease my mind

It’s true

Ain’t nobody but you

I’ve been out here for so long

Running wild, cutting loose

What I found while I was spiraling down

Is that there ain’t nobody but you

And I’ve been out here for so long

Running wild cutting loose

What I found while I was spiraling down

Is that there ain’t nobody but you

Ain’t nobody but you

Lay It On Me

Written by David Shaw and Zack Feinberg

I should’ve known better when I took that trip

Down that old dirt road in my crawling skin

Knew I was wrong when I crossed that line

But I make the same mistakes every time

Still I, I try to travel light

But I could carry your load

On the banks of a river so cold

If there’s something that you gotta let go

Just lay it on me

Shoulda known better when I took that pill

It was bad for my head, I had a good time still

Flyin’ down the street in a hearse with wings

The trunk was full of my skeletons

Original sin was a pretty good deal

I was so fucked up it felt so real

And the purple sky when the moon came up

Took a dip in the abyss of my crowded cup

Still I, I try to travel light

But I could carry your load

On the banks of a river so cold

If it’s something that you gotta let go

Just lay it on me

Said I could carry your load

On the banks of a river so cold

If there’s something that you gotta let go

Just lay it on me, just lay it on me

Just lay it on me