Danny Lockwood – drums
Jeff Bird – double bass
- bowed bass
Scott Merritt – xylophone
Nick Craine – backing vocals
Michael O’Connell – backing vocals
Dave Withers – electric guitar – Fender Stratocaster
- vocals
Recorded by Scott Merritt at the cottaGe
Produced by Scott Merritt
Mixed by Scott Merritt

Lyrics

Gold was His Sun
Words and Music by Dave Withers © 2021

He came from the market
his hands in his pockets
all of is pennies were gone

He walked like a profit
a green army jacket
and whispered a dissolute song

And gold was his sun
a lover of everyone
and God was a banjo in blue
God was a woman with whom he could kiss
til the gods made up somebody new
and whispers stopped telling the truth
All that he was, was all that he wanted to be

He waved at a neighbor
he waved at some lovers
he waved at his memories
He liked all the laughter and died by the basket
of rumpled old magazines

Gold was his sun
a lover of everyone
and God was the mist on his glass
God was the part of his past that he'd left
in a bottle he'd once or twice had
a bottle of silver and ash
All that he was, was all that he wanted to be