Stranger released 9/26/25

Below you’ll find all of the lyrics and credits for the songs on Will Overman’s sophomore LP, Stranger. If you’d like to learn more about the album, check out Will’s Youtube channel.

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01.BOWERY

  • East Side on a Friday night
    The Bowery should hit just right
    Only a few presales but that’s ok
    I’ve heard good things come to those who wait

    New York is always the same
    Nothing like losing half of what you make
    On the drive in and the load in’s insane
    But there’s something justifying when you see your name

    Now there’s a TikTok kid sold out the room beneath me
    And I’m ten years in wondering if anyone believes me 
    There ain’t nothing in this life I expect to get for free
    But I thought by now I’d be running on more than a dream

    Downbeat all eyes on me
    I gotta give ‘em something to see
    I got a lot to prove but it’s hard to do
    When it feels like you’re playing to an empty room 

    You never know who might show up
    A suit and tie to change all your luck
    But I’m pretty sure the guy talking loud and slow
    Ain’t gonna get my song on the radio


    Now there’s a TikTok kid sold out the room beneath me
    And I’m ten years in wondering if anyone believes me 
    There ain’t nothing in this life I expect to get for free
    But I thought by now I’d be running on more than a dream

    Yeah we’re running running running
    running running running
    running running running running
    and we can’t let go
    Can’t let go 


    Now there’s a TikTok kid sold out the room beneath me
    I’m ten years in wondering if anyone believes me 
    There ain’t nothing in this life I expect to get for free
    But I thought by now I’d be running on more than a dream

  • Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
    Bobby Holland - Electric Guitar, Juno 60
    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Percussion, Acoustic Guitar
    Ryan Lee - Bass, BGVs
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Synthesizer
    Evan Hunsberger - Drums, BGVs

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO BOWERY

02.VIRGINIA IS FOR LOVERS

  • Kissed you on the Potomac 
    Said I loved you by the James 
    Still can’t afford Georgetown
    Thought you’d love me just the same 
    And I know ain’t nothing’s perfect 
    But it wasn’t worth the fight 

    Virginia is for lovers
    But I hate it tonight

    Used to meet in Ashland
    The trains were going by
    We’d wonder where they’re going 
    With all our precious time

    Now you’re haunting the bars of my
    mid 20 nights
    Little too drunk and a stupid little fight 
    We made out in the corner 
    But we didn’t make it out alive
    Virginia is for lovers
    But I hate it tonight

    I’ll sing you Shenandoah 
    With the dogwoods flying fast
    I get sad passing Bristol
    Watching the Blue Ridge going flat

    And it’s still hot as hell in Nashville
    Is it cool out on the coast?
    I thought Tennessee is where I’d
    wanna be
    But instead I just write songs ‘bout coming home
    They say 

    Virginia is for lovers
    But I hate it tonight

    It was Skyline Drive
    Laughing and slapping my hand
    It was worth a try
    Oh baby like you and I
    But I hate it tonight

    I tried starting over
    But couldn’t leave you behind 
    We said Virginia was forever
    Now we’re saying goodbye
    We said Virginia was forever
    Now it’s just an exit sign
    That says

    Virginia is for lovers
    But I hate it tonight

  • Written by Will Overman & Kaleb Jones
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar Bobby Holland - Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar
    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Percussion
    Kaleb Jones - Background Vocals
    Evan Hunsberger - Drums
    Kyle Tuttle - Banjo
    Ryan Lee - Nylon String Guitar
    Sam Wilson - Pedal Steel
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Piano, Synthesizer

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO VIRGINIA IS FOR LOVERS

03. NAMES

  • I don’t want to talk
    I just want to feel you
    You don’t wanna know
    I don’t want to tell you

    We can leave our bags by the door
    Lord knows we have some and more 

    You could my disaster 
    I can be your down in flames 
    We might regret this after
    It's better that we don’t know each other’s 

    I don’t need a meal
    But I’ll take the whole cake 
    Tell me that’s it’s real
    Even if it just makes 

    Us a little bit more depressed
    Who’s this stranger’s head on my chest

    You could my disaster 
    I could be your down in flames 
    We might regret this after
    Better that we don’t know each other’s names

    I don’t want to talk 
    I just want to feel you
    You don’t wanna know
    And I don’t want to tell you

    You could my disaster 
    I could be your down in flames 
    We might regret this after
    It’s better that we don’t know each other’s 

    Biggest mistakes and the pills that we take
    You wash it all down with your blackout parades
    I’m too broke for therapy
    You’re too broken to change
    It’s better that we don’t know
    Each other’s names

  • Written by Will Overman & Kaleb Jones
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Electric Guitar
    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Percussion
    Kaleb Jones - Background Vocals
    Evan Hunsberger - Drums
    Kyle Tuttle - Banjo
    Ryan Lee - Bass
    Stephen Roach - Wurlitzer

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO NAMES

04. Read My Mind

  • On the corner of Main Street
    Just trying to keep it in line
    You say you wanna move on and
    You say I’m falling behind
    Can you read my mind?

    I never really gave up on
    Busting out of this two star town
    I got the green light I got a little fight
    I’m gonna turn this thing around
    Can you read my mind?

    The good old days the honest man
    The restless heart the promised land
    A subtle kiss that no one sees
    A broken wrist and a big trapeze
    Well I don’t mind if you don’t mind
    Cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine
    Before you go
    Can you read my mind?

    It’s funny how you just break down
    Waitin’ on some sign
    I pull up to the front of your driveway
    With magic soaking my spine
    Can you read my mind?

    Teenage queen the loaded gun
    The drop dead dream the chosen one
    A southern drawl, a world unseen
    A city wall and a trampoline
    Oh well I don’t mind if you don’t mind
    Cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine
    Before you jump
    Tell me what do you find
    Can you read my mind?

    Slipping on my faith until I fall
    He never returned that call
    Woman open the door don’t let it sting
    I wanna breath that fire again
    She said I don’t mind if you don’t mind
    Cause i don’t shine if you don’t shine
    Put your back on me

    Slipping on my faith until I fall
    He never returned that call
    Woman open the door don’t let it sting
    I wanna breath that fire again
    She said I don’t mind if you don’t mind
    Cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine
    Put your back on me

    Can you read my mind?

  • Originally Performed by The Killers

    Written by Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, & Mark Stoermer
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Acoustic Guitar
    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Percussion
    Brittany Bishop - Background Vocals

    Evan Hunsberger - Drums
    Ryan Lee - Bass

    Sam Wilson - Pedal Steel
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Piano, Synthesizer

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO READ MY MIND

05. Stranger

  • I thought the grass would be greener
    Turns out it’s full of weeds
    I thought it’d be everything I wanted
    Turns out it’s nothing that I need 
    Turns out the shit I left back in Virginia
    Just followed me to Tennessee

    I’m feeling like a stranger
    I’m putting myself in danger
    I got nothing left to wager
    I’m feeling like a stranger 

    There’s a fight I know I’m losing
    And I’m not sure I’m gonna win 
    She feels further away from me everyday 
    How far is too far to start again
    All this running around ain’t gonna fix a damn thing
    It’s high time I started looking in

    I’m feeling like a stranger
    I’m putting myself in danger
    I got nothing left to wager
    I’m feeling like a stranger

    Sometimes I dream we worked it out
    And got it right
    When I’m driving south on restless roads of my mind 
    You check in, I climb in, you ask the time
    In the morning when I wake
    The only person by my side 

    Is a stranger
    A stranger
    Stranger

    I’m feeling like a stranger
    I’m putting myself in danger
    I got nothing left to wager
    I’m feeling like a stranger

  • Written by Will Overman & Brad Sample
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Electric Guitar, Bass
    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Drums, Percussion
    Kaleb Jones - Background Vocals
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO STRANGER

06. Funeral for a Friend

  • You died six months ago
    On February 5th
    I’m a different man now
    I just wish you could have met him then

    We always hated Valentine’s
    Just like we hated New Year’s Eve
    We thought our love was so much greater than
    One day but now I’m starting to see 

    There’s something ‘bout a heart shaped card
    There’s something to a midnight kiss 
    There ain’t nothing ‘bout who you are
    That I ain’t gonna miss
    Our love was supposed to last till the end
    Now everyday is a funeral for a friend 

    Running from my southern roots
    There’s nothing like the coast of Maine
    When that Nashville rain it turned to snow, I was wondering
    Did she change her name?

    I remember how she laughed
    When I got down on one knee
    Said ain’t it funny for someone so in love
    To have to ask, but now I’m starting to see 

    There’s something about a heart shaped card
    There’s something to a midnight kiss 
    There ain’t nothing about who you are oh
    That I ain’t gonna miss
    Our love was supposed to last till the end
    Now everyday is a funeral for a friend

    When I was close I felt so far away
    Now that I’m gone I think of you every day

    You died six months ago
    On February 5th
    And I can’tjump to a few years down the road
    This ain’t a movie, this shit’s as real as it gets

    There’s something ‘bout a heart shaped card
    There’s something to a midnight kiss 
    There ain’t nothing about all we were
    Oh that I ain’t gonna miss
    Our love was s’posed to last till the end
    Our love was s’posed to last till the end
    But our love didn’t last in the end
    Now every day is a funeral for a friend

  • Written by Will Overman & Brad Sample
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Sam Wilson - Pedal Steel
    Stephen Roach - Piano, Mellotron

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND

07. Somewhere Upstate

  • Trying to find time to kill
    Trying to fill up these days
    Been talking to my therapist
    And this guy, he doesn’t bullshit
    He said you can’t go back
    But you can always come back home

    I drove out to the west side
    And I forgot why I came
    Got lost in a culdesac 
    With your last words on my brain
    They said you can’t go back
    But you can always come back home

    I might head to West Virginia 
    Hole up in the middle of the winter
    Or maybe go feel small somewhere Upstate 
    In her arms my sanctuary, 
    Now its truck stops in January
    If I can’t go back, I’m taking the long way home 

    Well there goes the Lazy Daisy
    Where I told you that I loved ya
    And it’s a shame we liked to travel
    Cause you’re there no matter how far I drive
    You can’t go back 
    But you can always come back home

    Might head to West Virginia 
    Hole up in the middle of the winter
    Or maybe go feel small somewhere Upstate 
    In her arms my sanctuary, 
    Now it’s truck stops in January
    If can’t go back, I’m taking the long way home 

    Just one bar and a million stars
    And no reason to call her
    I don't know where you are, 
    We’re two worlds apart,
    Man it’s really snowing

    Might head to West Virginia 
    Hole up in the middle of the winter
    Or maybe go feel small somewhere Upstate 
    In her arms my sanctuary, 
    Now it’s truck stops in January
    If can’t go back, I’m taking the long way home 

  • Written by Will Overman & Will Pellerin
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Synthesizer

    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar

    Brittany Bishop - Background Vocals

    Evan Hunsberger - Drums

    Ryan Lee - Bass

    Sam Wilson - Pedal Steel
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Wurlitzer

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO SOMEWHERE UPSTATE

08. Held Up By A Woman

  • Shelby Bottom Park
    It’s starting to rain
    Soft like static
    Or 35 millimeter grain

    And It’s Nashville in June
    I shoulda known
    I shoulda known so many things
    By now
    But I don’t

    Am I the only one seeing this?
    True love and happiness
    Too bad I looked too late
    Now we’re strangers
    Living in a stranger place

    I’m seeing the world through a new prescription
    But I got the same underlying condition

    And I’ve been held
    Held up by a woman

    Barely making rent
    And every dollar spent
    A stark reminder
    That I’m not ready yet

    I’m too broke to date
    But I’m too desperate to wait
    Was that you walking down Gallatin Avenue
    Yesterday?

    And I’ve been held
    Held up by a woman

    I’m seeing the world through a new prescription
    But I got the same underlying condition

    And I’ve been held
    Held up by a woman

  • Written by Will Overman & Sam Wilson
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Electric Guitar

    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Percussion

    Evan Hunsberger - Drums

    Ryan Lee - Bass
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Piano, Wurlitzer

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO HELD UP BY A WOMAN

09. As A Crow Flies

  • As a crow flies you’re just around block
    Little brick house with a chimney on top 
    Singing in the kitchen while he lifts you up

    As a crow flies it was only yesterday I
    Was the one calling your name feeling 
    Feelin’ you running through my veins

    I’m here drinking doubles
    I keep getting myself in trouble
    All your pictures on my phone
    Make it hard to be alone
    Fucked up on your memory
    Or maybe it’s all this whiskey
    But I’ll be alright
    I’ll just fade into the night
    So high
    As a crow flies

    On the come down I don’t know where I’ll land 
    I guess I’ll crash at my parents place, twin bed at 28
    On the come down, looking back at the battleground, I’m
    Gonna miss you in the morning light
    But damn I hate myself tonight

    I’m here drinking doubles
    I keep gettin’ myself in trouble
    All your pictures on my phone
    Make it hard to be alone
    Fucked up on your memory
    Or maybe it’s all this whiskey
    But I’ll be alright
    I’ll just fade into the night
    So high  
    As a crow flies

    On the wings of a memory
    I freefall through this city 
    Calling your name 
    What do I do with our history?
    Babe you’re part of my chemistry 
    Now I’m going insane

    Out here drinking doubles
    I keep getting myself in trouble
    All your pictures on my phone
    Make it hard to be alone
    Fucked up on your memory
    Or maybe it’s all this whiskey
    But I’ll be alright
    I’ll just fade into the night

    So high
    Oh god I’m so high
    So high
    As a crow flies

  • Written by Will Overman & Scott Harder
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Moog, Mellotron

    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar, Drums, Percussion, Background Vocals

    Kaleb Jones - Background Vocals

    Ryan Lee - Bass
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Piano, Wurlitzer, Vocoder

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO AS A CROW FLIES

10. The Bottom

  • All of my friends they’re on the rise
    I can’t say the same for me
    Garrett made partner down at the firm
    And Steffen is making bank in Tennessee 

    When the boys come to town we grab a pint
    They joke how I’m living in reverse
    They’re drinking too many, I’m drinking too much
    But in the morning their wallets don’t hurt

    Now I’m driving and wondering where I went wrong
    When I was a younger man, I thought I was the chosen one

    Now I’m just another son
    Asking my dad 
    Oh when does a man know he’s done?
    I’ve lost so much
    Gave up on my wife, I’ve questioned my life,
    shot up on myself, got high on my pride
    I’ve climbed and I’ve climbed
    Only to find the bottom
    Now I’m sitting on the bottom 

    Hometown shows hit different now
    Cause home is not where I wanna be
    It’s getting harder to measure the progress I make
    But what matters is it makes sense to me
    Does this make sense to me?

    I’ll keep on driving, to meet the man I’ll become 
    But the passenger seat is empty, what’s freedom worth all alone?

    Now I’m just another son
    Asking my dad 
    Oh when does a man know he’s done?
    I’ve lost so much
    Gave up on my wife, I’ve questioned my life, shot up on myself, got high on my pride
    I’ve climbed and I’ve climbed
    Only to find the bottom
    Now I’m sitting on the bottom

    Yeah I’m sitting on the bottom

    All of my friends they’re on the rise
    But I can’t say the same for me

  • Written by Will Overman & Kevin Daniel
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Synthesizer, Mellotron

    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar

    Evan Hunsberger - Drums

    Ryan Lee - Bass, Wurlitzer

    Sam Wilson - Pedal Steel
    Stephen Roach - Piano, Vocoder

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO THE BOTTOM

11. Landlocked Heart

  • He lived out of a bag
    Will read my epitaph
    Ten years on the road
    Not much to show but a show

    Late nights in the van
    I don’t know where I am
    Loading in and loading out
    I never get to see the town
    But I’m flying 

    Oh I can’t have a landlocked heart
    I’ve been that way right from the start
    I was born to leave all those around me
    I got so many friends
    But they don’t know me
    I need to feel salt on my face
    Taste the wind when I pray
    I leave more on shore every time I depart
    But I can’t have a landlocked heart 

    Is this an anchor or a sail? 
    Am I just chasing fairytales?
    Cause I’m 4 weeks in, my phone is dead,
    I’m homesick and I’m sick of this
    I drove 20 hours roundtrip, for an hour long hit

    Oh I can’t have a landlocked heart
    I’ve been that way from the start
    I was born to leave all those around me
    I have so many friends
    But they don’t know me
    I need to feel salt on my face
    Taste the wind when I pray
    I leave more on shore every time I depart
    But I can’t have a landlocked heart 

    A landlocked heart

    Oh I can’t have a landlocked heart
    I’ve been that way from the start
    I was born to leave all those around me
    I have so many friends
    But they don’t know me
    I need to feel salt on my face
    Taste the wind when I pray
    I leave more on shore everytime I depart
    But I can’t have a landlocked heart 

  • Written by Will Overman & Kaleb Jones
    Will Overman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

    Bobby Holland - Acoustic Guitar, Moog, Percussion

    Brad Sample - Electric Guitar, Drums, Percussion

    Kaleb Jones - Background Vocals

    Ryan Lee - Bass
    Stephen Roach - Hammond B3, Piano, Juno 60

    Produced by Bobby Holland and Brad Sample
    Mixed by Bobby Holland
    Mastered by Dan Shike
    Recorded at Pentavarit Studios, Nashville TN

LISTEN TO LANDLOCKED HEART