I don’t care about what’s left to figure out
There’s no more blues to play cause  I’m singing aloud
You won’t miss this; we never had a choice
You know what this is; make some noise

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
It gets better every day. We're gonna be okay

Don’t, don’t, don’t you say no
There’s nothing in the way, but you don’t have to go
You won’t miss this; they never had a choice
We know what this is; make some noise

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
It’s getting better every day. We’re gonna be okay

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
These things are gonna go our way
It’s getting better every day. We’re gonna be okay

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – electric piano, organ, drum and string programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

Gonna Be Okay

I think we’re going down. We should’ve guessed it
It might be too late to pull this out
Alarms are getting loud, and smoke fills the cabin
But there's no hate, just a bit of doubt

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off

I’m sure there’s something more than staying strapped in
It’s time to find a new pursuit
I hope that you’re on board, and I see us as friends
New frames of mind and parachutes

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off

Just try to picture it now. Look out at all the clouds, all of the clouds
There’s so much left to explore. So many left to fall for, for us to fall for

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off 
Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up, there’s no baggage needed, all that’s left is the jump

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – electric piano, synth, drum and guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

The Jump

Slot machines, hear them ring. Busted out and drinking
Someone sings, half-listening to a barfly slurring wisdom
All bets are in – too late to get in?

Round and round, chips are down
Just one more shot. This table’s hot
Round and round

Are you ready for the end? Hell, I’d love to spin again
Don’t dwell on the moves you make
There’s so much that you don’t know. Just try to get your story told
No one’s heard mine, but I still played

Cliched tropes, prayers and hopes; round and round the wheel goes
Losers mope, winners gloat; amplified in the neon glow
In games of chance, these bandits dance

Round and round, chips are down
Better cash in; the house always wins
Round and round

I think I’m ready for the end. Maybe we all do spin again
There are moves I wouldn’t change
I’ve learned much, but still don’t know. I was taught to take it slow
Same old game, but ain’t it strange?
Chips are down

Alex Summerlin – vocals, acoustic guitar
Chad Terrell – electric guitar, bass
Rick Scott – pianos and synth; percussion, mandolin, horns, strings, and sax programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

Chips Are Down

How could you let him treat you this way? Look what he’s done to your face. Why do you stay?
Just go, cause I know what they all know, though you won’t show, but you and I know

If he really wants to go down this route, then he’ll see what I’m all about, cause I’ll make it out
So go, cause I know what they all know, that he’s just show. Yeah, they all know
You’ve been showing signs; you can’t uncross that line. See beyond these pines; this is the last time

No one looks tall when they’re on the ground. You don’t look too tough now. Stay out of this town, yeah
Just go, cause I know what they all know, that you’re all show, yeah, we all know

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Fil Griggs – backing vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass, backing vocals
Rick Scott – pianos and organ; drums. mandolin, banjo, and acoustic guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

They All Know

Belly up to the bar top. Get a cheap shot. What a day…
Only this wall full of alcohol can keep my regrets at bay
But here walks in a new one, yet it seems so familiar to me
Now look who saunters over. It’s my favorite memory

I thought I had lost you, but you’d been standing in the wings
I thought I outgrew all the excitement of a fling

My mind’s now a-buzzin' with alcohol and regret
For paths I’ve forsaken, what you’ll never forget
And I’ve been such a pretender, halfway playing a part
Drinking, stuck in a daydream. It was over before it could start

I wish we could go back; stretch a new canvas on the frame
I can’t seem to move past this suit and tie that I became

Come sit down beside me. Let's try to get something on the page
Quiet my critic. It’s only me standing in your way

Alex Summerlin – vocals, acoustic guitar 
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – pianos and synth; drums, mandolin, and chamber orchestra programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

What's in the Way

 Must’ve thought I betrayed your air of mystery. I’m just what I seem
I think I don’t care about your history. It’s just too mainstream

I’m just in one of those phases, smiling at all of these serious faces
They look away. It’s judgment day

You showed up at my door full-on teary-eyed, quick to apologize.
You know this only gets you so far. You’re more and more bizarre.

You’re just in one of those phases, so sick of all of these serious faces
I look away. It’s judgment day

We just need a taste of course-correction, wearing no false pride
We all are prone to self-deception. It all subsides

We’re just in one of those phases. Should laugh at all of these serious faces
You look away. It’s judgment day

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – bass, electric guitar
Rick Scott –pianos, synth; drum, percussion, and guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Composition – Alex Summerlin, Rick Scott, Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Artwork – Chad Terrell from a photograph taken by Kim Terrell


Strange Enchantment

Look Away

 Trying to hide from this doom around me
You said, “Look through the clouds. You’ll find the sun still waiting”
The wizard cast a spell, sweet strange enchantment
Singing “This could be your life if you let it”

What do I do when the world falls apart? Hold on to you, I hold on to you 
Where do I go when I need a new start? Hold on for you, I hold on for you

Before I met you, I was lost in the black mirror
Reflecting no one else, just my greed and envy
You conjured up a soul and connected it to yours
Vanished the pain from this oh so mad world 

What do I do when the world falls apart? Hold on to you, I hold on to you
Where do I go when I need a new start? Hold on for you, I hold on for you

Our hearts and our minds - at war with one another
Each is incomplete without embracing the other 
We are not meant to be alone 
'Cause it leaves no golden road to guide us home

What do I do when the world falls apart? Hold on to you, I hold on to you
What do I do when the world falls apart? Hold on to you, I hold on to you
Where do I go when I need a new start? Hold on for you, I hold on for you

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – bass
Rick Scott –pianos, organ, synth; drum, percussion, strings, and guitar programming 
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Composition – Alex Summerlin, Rick Scott, Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Artwork – Chad Terrell from a photograph taken by Kim Terrell


 You came around last Sunday night, seemed all out of sorts  
Said you’d finally found your shoes again and you’re onto something big now

But you won’t stay here with me, I know you’ve got your own world to see, haunting all I’ll be
I’ll try to wait ‘til you return, but I’m not another bridge to burn. There’s no trust to earn, oh no

Don’t you wanna find it? Will you be coming back here soon? You bit off more than your silver spoon. 
And you try to hide it, just to stay up off the ground. Won’t you come back down?
	
You came around this Sunday night with a heavy head
Said you’d really lost the point again, but I sure hope it finds you soon 
	
You’ve never been good at goodbye. Like to pretend that you don’t know why, all good things must die
Say you really need a light. Try to redirect with all your might, but it don’t feel right, alright 

Don’t you wanna find it? Wear your shame like it’s a crown, while your jesters they dance around
But you deify it. Can’t you stop before you drown? Won’t you come back down? 

Alex Summerlin – vocals, electric guitar
Chad Terrell – bass, tremolo guitar
Rick Scott – pianos and organ; drum, percussion, mandolin, and guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Composition – Alex Summerlin, Rick Scott, Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Artwork – Chad Terrell from a photograph taken by Kim Terrell


Won't You Come Back Down

 Can’t get it out of my head; something’s been on my mind
Can’t shake this feeling of dread; why can’t I leave it behind?

As I break through the surface of my shimmering sea, tearing at the seams
My vision, it clears. Vibrations shake me from my reverie
Remember the last thing you sent to me? Some postcards of people we won’t ever be
Black thoughts reappear; slowly they seem to be changing me

Glad that you left me for dead; I’ve got enough on my mind
Feel like I’m getting ahead; I’ve finally left it behind

As I drift with the movements of this field of green, rolling with the scene
Ringing in my ears, the lights, they all dance in revelry
Remember the last thing you sent to me? A postcard of someone I would never be
Warm thoughts reappear; slowly they seem to be changing me

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – bass, acoustic and electric guitars
Rick Scott –pianos and synth; drums, percussion, string, and guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Composition – Alex Summerlin, Rick Scott, Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Artwork – Chad Terrell from a photograph taken by Kim Terrell


Changing Me

 You should just keep runnin’. Get far away from me
Pack your suitcase. Make sure you leave your key 
Dreamed I’d killed you, a sweet relief

Driving all night, no rest. The lanes get blurry fast
Got to break your spell before I start to crash
Dreamed you killed me, a sweet relief 

I’ve been working through my s***. Have had some time to think
Try to understand how I got to the brink
Dreamed I’d never met you, a sweet relief 

You should just keep runnin’. Get far away from me
Pack your suitcase. Make sure you leave your, sure you leave your key
Dreamed it was just a nightmare, a sweet relief 

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – bass 
Rick Scott –pianos;  drum, percussion, mandolin, banjo, guitar, horn, string, and noise loop programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Composition – Alex Summerlin, Rick Scott, Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Artwork – Chad Terrell from a photograph taken by Kim Terrell


Sweet Relief

Alex Summerlin is an eclectic alternative and folk-rock musician who has played music professionally for over a decade around the Little Rock, AR, and Nashville, TN areas. Originally hailing from Bryant, AR, Alex was drawn to music at a young age by the generations of working musicians in his family.  He started playing cover music in local bars and clubs as young as 12 years old, playing music steadily throughout his teens and twenties.

Alex started writing music in college as a passion project to break out of the limitations he felt playing cover songs. There, he met fellow long-time musicians and collaborators Rick Scott and Chad Terrell, and they joined Alex to write and produce songs from their home studio in Maumelle, AR (WaterWoods Studio). 

Since then, Alex, Chad, and Rick have continued writing and producing songs that reflect influences from several genres and three generations of music they wish to share with anyone who will listen. 

Thank you for checking out these songs, and stick around for more coming soon!