Charlie Edwards, Vocals & Guitar
Jay Condiotti, Lead Guitar
Eddie Ramirez, Bass
AJ Ramirez, Drums & Percussion
Kelly Porter, Organ & Synth
Produced by Michael Schettler
Spokane Recording Studio, Spokane, WA USA
Recorded & Mixed by Jay Condiotti
J Bones Musicland, Spokane, WA USA
Words & Music by Charlie Edwards
2022 All rights reserved, Caerus Infinity LLC
Photography by Rick Chapman
Lyrics
I keep having this dream that I'm in the money booth
On a game show with all those bills flying around
I'm stuffing what I can down the neck hole of my shirt
And I don't care that you're laughing
I wake up hit the ground and try to play along
Say something to myself make a couple calls
Walk out of the room there was something I needed
And now I'm standing here without the faintest idea
And I've always wondered when you jump into my mind
Are you thinking of me at that same time
If I close my eyes and send you all the love I've got
Can you feel it does it reach you somehow
Wake up hit the ground and try to play along
Say something to myself make a couple calls
Walk out of the room there was something I needed
And now I'm standing here without the faintest idea
And I keep falling away
I keep falling away from here
Somewhere
Wake up hit the ground and try to play along
Say something to myself make a couple calls
Walk out of the room there was something I needed
And now I'm standing here without the faintest idea
I don't know if it was important
I've got to clear my mind
And not panic in this situation
It's ok I'll just hang out for a while