Turns out, How Did We Get Here is also a pretty good question to ask when we look around at all the people who helped us make this record. Records may have two names on the front, but they are never made by two people — this one carries the fingerprints, hearts, talent, meals, laughter, encouragement, and generous love of so many people who showed up for us and these songs.
Jayne & Beckie — You breathed life into these songs and believed in us, sometimes before we quite knew how to believe in ourselves. Every Post-it note, shared meal,wild idea and conversation is forever woven into this record, but your beloved friendship is the part we treasure most. Charles — There’s not another soul we would have wanted walking us through this. You gathered the perfect band, found the record inside the songs, and made every session feel like magic. You made the process as meaningful as the record itself. We got a hell of a record, one of the greatest recording experiences of our lives, and somewhere along the way, a really good friend. Tom — You are the glue running through this entire record, saving us more times than we can count. Marc & John — Thank you for creating bass and drum parts that somehow felt like they had always belonged there. You never just played the songs; you listened to them, and that made all the difference. Philippe — Your brilliant soul shines through every instrument you touch. Thank you for listening so deeply, making these songs more beautiful. Kevin — From engineering and helping produce our very first EP to bringing your excellence and creativity to this record all these years later, having you here for this chapter means more than you know. Kim K — Your voice and friendship have been a comfort to us for years, and you have that rare gift of making a room warmer, a song better and, usually, a whole lot funnier. Thank you for bringing your unmistakable voice, enormous heart and all that laughter to this record. Vicki — Some voices you hear; yours you feel, and we’re so grateful to have a little piece of that soul forever woven into this record. Robert — Your encouragement reminded us that we really are all in this together. Thank you for bringing all your goodness — and that glorious voice — into the room. Shelly — Our beautiful, free, wild spirit — you flew in from the UK just in time to sing on this record. Your resilience, wild heart and one-of-a-kind voice are etched into our musical lives, but even more deeply, your friendship is etched into us. Jen — Thank you for all the years you've shared your community with us and encouraged us to share our story and songs with the world. And for lending your words to "Gold Stars": we are honored. Every gold star we've got is yours. Geoffrey — Thank you for opening your artist studio to us as our songs were finding their shape. Charlie — Our favorite intern — we loved having you in the room and being part of this chapter with us. We can’t wait to see all the beautiful things you’ll create, and when you’re wildly successful, please remember we knew you when. Alex — Knowing “I Hear You Calling” is the route you take means we'll forever hear that song and picture you making your way home. Wes + Linda Yoder, Melissa Goodson, Jen Cooke + Amy Law, and Dean + David Logan — Thank you for opening your homes and hearts to us around your tables, beds to land in, late-night conversations and so much laughter. You gave these songs — and us — places to rest along the way and made being away from home feel a whole lot more like home. Steve A — You believed in us and supported us before almost anyone, when there wasn’t a clear road ahead. You believed when it was still a dirt path, and we will never forget it. Nicole + Michael Sloan — You two have poured more gasoline on our fire than probably anyone by continually looking for ways to help us move forward. You and your community are forever in our hearts. Russ Harrington + Brent Harrington — Thank you for getting us through 100-degree heat that alone deserves an album credit. Your artistry, patience and good humor got us through every sweaty minute and gave this record a face. Mary Beth — What a gift to have you in our corner. Thank you for enduring the heat and keeping us glowing instead of looking like we were in a sweat lodge. We're forever grateful! Emily Y — You stopped in at just the right moment to encourage our hearts and these songs, and somehow we found our long-lost little sister in the process. St. Thomas Episcopal Church, Burnsville, NC — Thank you for loving us enough to let us go. We carry you in our hearts everywhere. “Let it Be Love” is dedicated to you all.
Written by: Paulette Wooten and Jen Hatmaker
I lost all my gold stars
Only to find what I was searching for
One by one shattered on the ground
I look up to see what I found
I lost all my gold stars
Only to learn what I was longing for
I was enough
The day I was born
Paulette Wooten — acoustic guitar
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Odds and evens
Solids and stripes
I'll be your eight ball
You cue that shot
I'm ready to break
I'm ready to roll
You sink or scratch
Lose or win
The way you hold that pool stick
I'm all in
I'm ready to break
I'm ready to roll
Somebody hit the jukebox
Play rock and roll
Take a shot, make a stroke
Hit it hard, I've got all night
Let's play this game, forget the rules
I'm in your corner pocket
Call me your billiard fool
You aim and hit
Hard or slow
What's on the table?
I don't know, but I'm ready to break
I'm ready to roll
Somebody kick that jukebox
Play funky soul
Take a shot, make a stroke
Hit it hard, I've got all night
Let's play this game, forget the rules
I'm in your corner pocket
Call me your billiard fool
So take a shot, make a stroke
Hit it hard, I've got all night
Let's play this game, forget the rules
I'm in your corner pocket,
Call me your billiard fool
I'm in your corner pocket
I'm in your corner pocket
Call me your billiard fool
Written by: Paulette Wooten
Paulette Wooten — electric guitar, Tom Lane — acoustic guitar, John Alvey — drums, Marc Rogers — bass
Recorded at: Blue Room Studios, acoustic guitar at Cumberlog, vocals and electric guitar at Square One Studio
Written by: Paulette Wooten and Kim Hill
Raised in Georgia
On a peanut field
Raised thinkin' cotton
Was made in a mill
Not knowing
I was hidden from the truth
Raised in Mississippi
An hour down the road
From all that was burnin'
Freedom Rider ’64
Brown-eyed girl
Not knowing
I was hidden from the truth
Raised in church
On the front pew
Raised in the choir
Singing every Hallelujah
Not knowing
There was more to the truth
We don't know it all, but we know what's true
A different Hallelujah is breaking through
We're still here, still alive
Raise your hands, raise 'em high
To the truth you hold inside
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Turns out I'm not broken
Just bent from what I believed
The truth comes to save you
It takes something when it leaves
What felt like solid ground
Was fear all the same
I let go of needing all the answers
I'll take joy over pain
We don't know it all, but we know what's true
A different Hallelujah is breaking through
We're still here, still alive
Raise your voice, raise it high
We don't know it all, but we know what's true
A different Hallelujah is breaking through
We're still here, still alive
Raise your hands, raise 'em high
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
We don't know it all, but we know what's true
A different Hallelujah is breaking through
We're still here, still alive
Raise your voice, raise it high
To the truth we hold inside
We don't know it all, but we know what's true
A different Hallelujah is breaking through
We're still here, still alive
Raise your hands, raise 'em high
To the truth you hold inside
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise, rise
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar
Kevin Dailey — electric guitar
Philippe Bronchtein — B3 organ, Wurlitzer piano
John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass
BGVs — Robert Bailey, Shelly Fairchild, Vicki Hampton, Kim Keyes
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
How did we get here
Never wanna leave
Was it sitting backstage with nothing to do
Passing the time next to you
How did we get here
Never wanna leave
Was it Texas on that Saturday night
Sipping tequila, feeling all right
Travelled the world over
Never found a four-leaf clover
’Til I picked you
Nothin's the same and I can't go back
Heaven made a match, that's a fact
I bid farewell to the broken heart I knew
Nothin' holds a candle to how we burn
Life's got a way with twists and turns
How did we get here and never wanna leave
How do you know love
Will never run out
Is it poppin' champagne on Sunday morn
Fallin' asleep before the storm
How do you know love
We'll make it to the end
Is it floatin' down the Grand Canal
Mezcal in a Mexican town
Travelled the world over
Never found a four-leaf clover
’Til I picked you
Nothin's the same and I can't go back
Heaven made a match, that's a fact
I bid farewell to the broken heart I knew
Nothin' holds a candle to how we burn
Life's got a way with twists and turns
How did we get here and never wanna leave
Nothin's the same and I can't go back
Heaven made a match, that's a fact
I bid farewell to the broken heart I knew
Nothin' holds a candle to how we burn
Life's got a way with twists and turns
How did we get here and never wanna leave
How did we get here and never wanna leave
How did we get here and never wanna leave
Paulette Wooten — harmonica
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar
Kevin Dailey — electric guitar
Marc Rogers — bass
John Alvey — drums
Philippe Bronchtein — Wurlitzer piano
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
I just crossed the Colorado border
New Mexico’s in sight
Piñon wood is burning like the embers of my heart
And this old car won't start
An old mechanic told me
Sometimes life brings delay
I'll get you up and running by midnight
I can see a need to get on your way
I hear you calling
Time to leave the road behind
And I'll drive all through the night
To see your face at sunrise
Grabbed a bite in Amarillo
Home Plate Diner has survived
Cherry pie and a hot cup of coffee
Miss Betty's still wise
I thought of going through Memphis
But the king and queen are gone
I feel the pull of that South Jackson highway
Where we made love and we wrote songs
I hear you calling
Time to leave the road behind
I'll drive all through the night
To see your face at sunrise
Oh your love's calling
It echoes out across the sky
And I'll drive all through the night
To see your face at sunrise
I'll drive all through the night
To kiss your lips at sunrise
Paulette Wooten — piano | Tom Lane — acoustic guitar
Philippe Bronchtein — pedal steel | John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
It was eighth grade
Young girls, bows and braids
Peeking in the window
At the boys in the gym
Declaring love we knew would never begin
But all that changed
With Robby James
Summer 1983
Down on Highland Avenue
The hot Memphis night
Was like fire in their bones
Promise forever to call each other home
Some things don't change
Like Robby James
Oh, we all want to grow up
And become somebody's someone
Oh, we all want to know
And be known like a love song
But the cynic and the critic
Come to rain on our parade
Drowning hope of one day
Finding Robby James
The years have flown by
At that first kiss never lied
Babies having babies and growing up fast
Proven’ ‘em wrong
High school love can last
Some things remain
Like Robby James
Oh, we all want to grow up
And become somebody's someone
Oh, we all want to know
And be known like a love song
But the cynic and the critic
Come to rain on our parade
Drowning hope of one day
Finding Robby James
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar | John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass | Philippe Bronchtein — banjo
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
Are we starting
Something we can't finish
I've been broken
No pretending
We're on a high wire
Full of tension
It's no circus
One slip it's ending
Tell me now, should I turn around
I don't wanna lead you wrong
I don't wanna love you blind
I don't wanna let you down
It feels different somehow
I don't wanna dim the lights
I don't wanna draw a line
Tell me now, should I turn around
Tell me now
Are we falling
Or floating
Holding
Barely touching
The air's heavy
Charged with emotion
I'm the thunder
Caught in your lightning
Tell me now, should I turn around
I don't wanna lead you wrong
I don't wanna love you blind
I don't wanna let you down
It feels different somehow
I don't wanna dim the lights
I don't wanna draw a line
Tell me now, should I turn around
Tell me now
Are we wrong
Are we right
Let's not waste time
Tell the truth tonight
I don't wanna lead you wrong
I don't wanna love you blind
I don't wanna let you down
It feels different somehow
I don't wanna dim the lights
I don't wanna draw a line
Tell me now, should I turn around
Tell me now
I don't wanna lead you wrong
I don't wanna love you blind
I don't wanna let you down
It feels different somehow
I don't wanna dim the lights
I don't wanna draw a line
Tell me now, should I turn around
Tell me now
Paulette Wooten — piano
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
Halfway in the ocean
Halfway to the stars
Caught between the motion
Of who we are and who we aren't
Halfway in focus
What's coming, what's been
Halfway through our story
You're my beginning and end
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
In the middle
Halfway down a back road
With a million miles to go
Searching out a world
Of what we know and we don't know
Halfway through our silence
Where the truth begins to speak
Halfway through this heartache
Made us strong not weak
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
In the middle
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
In the middle
Caught between the cracks
Of here and now
There's a voice
Calling us out
What doesn't serve
Leave it all behind
Chart a course
To a love divine
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
In the middle
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
In the middle
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar
John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass
Paulette Wooten — synth
Philippe Bronchtein — pedal steel,
piano, electric guitar
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Let's make the most of life, make it alive
While we've got breath and kickin' in our boots
One day we won't wake, it'll be over, said and done
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Yesterday is gone, it ain't comin' back around
Tomorrow may never show, get caught between the cracks
Today we're burnin' daylight, c'mon soak up every drop
'Cause you can't save the sunshine for a rainy day, yeah
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Let's make the most of life, make it alive
While we've got breath and kickin' in our boots
One day we won't wake, it'll be over, said and done
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
No one knows the future, fortune fades away
So grab that hidden cash, life's no layaway
It ain't all fast livin' find a lover with a slow hand
Get down to business, don't build castles in the sand
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Let's make the most of life, make it alive
While we've got breath and kickin' in our boots
One day we won't wake, it'll be over, said and done
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Stop livin', livin' on borrowed time
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar
John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass
Philippe Bronchtein — banjo
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
I'm not sure where I'm going
But I know it's time to leave
This old heart has its reasons
And it always takes the lead
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone like a ghost
I’ve weighed my decision
And I know it's time to go
My brain tells me one thing
But it's never taught me to sing
So, I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone like a ghost
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone like a ghost
Nothing good is coming
The writing is on the wall
Like a hummingbird
I'm searching for sweet nectar to soothe my soul
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone like a ghost
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone like a ghost
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'll be long gone by the morning
Oh, I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'll be long gone by the morning
I'll be gone, I'll be gone like a ghost
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone like a ghost
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone like a ghost
Tom Lane — acoustic guitar | John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass | Philippe Bronchtein — lap steel
Kevin Dailey — electric guitar | Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Paulette Wooten
You don't know what you don't know
You can't see until your eyes are open
You don't know what another feels
’Til you walk in their shoes uphill
Everybody's facing something deep inside
Let's give each other time
We're all getting through
More than our stories
Every hidden bruise
We're all getting through
Every day is another chance
To see what love can do
While we're getting through
You hold tight to what you're taught
Then life comes and opens up your heart
Things look different far away
A little closer black and white turns gray
Sometimes we're just afraid
To look another in the face
What the reflection might say
We're all getting through
More than our stories
Every hidden bruise
We're all getting through
Every day is another chance
To see what love can do
While we're getting through
All the years have helped me see
I'm more than my beliefs
Walking an unknown road
Back when I thought I knew it all
Life had more to teach my soul
Still learning what I never knew before
We're all just getting through
More than our stories
Every hidden bruise
We're all just getting through
Every day is another chance
To see what love can do
While we're getting through
Kevin Dailey — electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
Written by: Kim Hill
featuring Shelly Fairchild
Let it be love we shout
From the mountain high
Let it be hope we show
Along the way
Let it be light we shine
To those lost, lost at sea
Let it be love, let it be love
That leads us home
Let it be love we shout
From the mountain high
Let it be hope we show
Along the way
Let it be light we shine
To those lost, lost at sea
Let it be love, let it be love
That leads us home
Let it be love, let it be love
That leads us home
Paulette Wooten — piano
John Alvey — drums
Marc Rogers — bass
BGVs — Robert Bailey, Vicki Hampton, Kim Keyes
Recorded at Blue Room Studios
