Ryan H. Walsh - Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar
Joseph Marrett - Bass
Nicholas Ward - Electric Piano
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
David Michael Curry - Viola

With:
Ezra Furman - Vocals
Seth Manchester - Vocals

You think you member each song that you love
But you begin forgetting and then forget forgetting
You could summon the old ways
For a new composition
Intro, a verse, then the chorus, now listen:

Dirt to dust / hammers and hatchets
And this is a song
Country codes and flower based tombstones
And this is a song
What you gonna tell em back home?

That you loved to surf? That you were left for dead?
I was running on empty
I was dumb as a moon rock
I was always in motion
I was never pretending

Dirt to dust / hammers and hatchets
And this is a song
I'm alone in America
I'm alone in the song
I'm out here clicking heels chanting "Darling, there's no place like home"

You're alone in a crowded room
You're alone in the song
You're hoping somehow you could make some rights outta all of these wrongs

We're alone in America
We're alone in the song
We're all stuck inside just waiting for the world to turn back on

We're all stuck inside just waiting for the world to turn back on