Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

This is just what it seems:
anesthesia, no one screams.
No more straining after gold.
No more struggling to hold.
This is just what it seems.

See the land slowly change:
spread of alkali on the range;
deeper canyons, weaker streams,
wilder-eyed beliefs, thinner dreams.
This is just what it seems.

Horizon highway, Flying J
howling through the town night and day.
For every feeling finds a word,
there’s an ocean won’t be hea

Personnel

Jason Hoopes – bowed bass
Thea Kelley – backing vocals
Victor Reynolds – harmonica
Myles Boisen – pedal steel