Zack Branch – Bass
Bill Dixon – Keyboards
Matt Hutchison – Guitar & Vocals
Michael Vincent Ross – Drums & Percussion

Lyrics

Oh Emily I,
I want you to meet you
‘cause you’re just you’re type
Emily, I’m stuck in the middle that is eight long miles wide

You’re not much of a dancer
And I’m not much one to say it but
I am glad to know you got a day job

And how I want you to take me
And make it hurt just a little
But who would you want me to be when you stop?

Oh Emily I,
I want you to meet you
‘cause you’re just you’re type
But Emily I,
I’m stuck in the middle that is eight long miles wide

If someone keeps you from running
Someone else runs away
Always something to keep you where you are

And Emily I would buy you a ticket
But I’m just passing through
And I’m not sure where you’d get would get you too far

Meanwhile the band plays you soldier on
You crashed into my life like you wrote this song
What feels so right is it feels so wrong

Oh Emily I,
I want you to meet you
‘cause you’re just you’re type
But Emily I,
I’m stuck in the middle that is eight long miles
that is eight long miles
that is eight long…
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Two shots of the creature and I’ll/you’ll be gone

The best worst thing in my whole life is gone

If It feels so right, how can I be wrong?