Kate MacLean - drums, vox, mandolin
Rob McLaren - vox, acoustic & electric guitars
Curtis Murphy - bass
Nick Maclean - organ
Kyle Kirkpatrick - dobro 

Recorded by Phil Spencer & Curtis Murphy
Mixed by Phil Spencer
Mastered by Peter Moore
Big ups to Alex Furlott & Sebastian Balk-Forcione for Production Assistance



LYRICS:
My worth is measured in seeds & pelts
and grass that's greener everywhere else but here, I fear
My time is counted in grains of sand
and lines that formed in my weary hands this year

My dear, did you pack your bags, are ya headed south?
Well I guess the answer is no
& I'm questioned out, but I got one left: Am I ready to let you go?

You carved your name in my side that night
then looked surprised when the morning light appeared
it's clear 
Our nails are bitten, our eyes won't meet
and all you're askin' is: "Why are you still here?"
Why are you still here?

If goin' back and forth was all we came for
lift a mountain just to let it lie
If goin' back and forth was all we came for
well, now we've come and gone, so say goodbye

Did you pack your bags, are ya headed south? 
Well I guess the answer is no
& I'm questioned out, but I got one left: Am I ready?
Did you pack your bags, are ya headed south? 
Well I guess the answer is no
& I'm questioned out, but I got one left: Am I ready to let you go?

kmacl