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  1. Cheyenne
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Written by Steve Wilson
©2019 Day Turns Publishing
Recorded at AR Studios, San Francisco, CA
Vocals: Steve D. Wilson
Drums: Vicente Rodriguez
Bass: Kevin White
Guitar: James Deprato
Keys/Strings/Background Vocal: Adam Rossi
Engineered by Adam Rossi
Produced by Adam Rossi
Executive Producers: Rob Raymond, Guy Jaquier, Tom Abbott, Erik Brine for Operation Encore (http://operationencore.org)
Mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx in San Francisco, CA
Lyrics by Steve Wilson

Lyrics

I keep coming back here,
I guess cuz this is where we used to be.
Now I’m finding over time
This was never really home for me
Drive the same familiar roads
But they just don’t feel the same
Have me feeling incomplete
While I’m living on a street that bares your maiden name
And I think it’s time to go.
I wonder if you’ll even know

Rolled a million miles
Under starry skies
Played in stadiums
And for empty dives
Drank a lot more than I made
Handed back all I was paid.
Toasted champagne toasts
Along with champagne friends
Curled up to a bottle
Praying for the end
All alone, end of this dance,
Maybe it’s time
That I give Cheyenne a chance.

I keep driving by the house
Where you finally showed me the door,
Teaching me some kinda lesson
About gratitude,
And wanting just a little bit more
There used to be a time
I thought I knew that heart within
But I guess I’ll wish him luck
Cuz is sure don’t’ take much
For you to fall in love again

And I guess that it’s time to go.
I wonder if you’d even know.

Rolled a million miles
Under starry skies
Played in stadiums
And for empty dives
Drank a lot more than I made
Handed back all I was paid.
Toasted champagne toasts
Along with champagne friends
Curled up to a bottle
Praying for the end
All alone, end of this dance,
Maybe it’s time
That I give Cheyenne a chance.

In the city where we started
I just want to rest my head
Take a little time
To wrap my head around
The ugly things you’ve said
There’s a place that I belong
But I haven’t found it yet.
And I’m sleeping with the ghost of unforgiveness
In the shadows of regret.

Rolled a million miles
Under starry skies
Played in stadiums
And for empty dives
Drank a lot more than I made
Handed back all I was paid.
Toasted champagne toasts
Along with champagne friends
Curled up to a bottle
Praying for the end
All alone, end of this dance,
Maybe it’s time
That I give Cheyenne a chance.