[Suno.ai: create 30 multi-channel stereo tracks] [complex morphing dynamic EQ] [complex dynamic multi-layering] [complex sound effects and sound samples] [read every promotes] [Sophisticated sound design] [Rich genus chord details] [Catchy chord details] [male pop modern Production] [Balanced Levels] [Perfect EQ] [Clean mix] [Hard Compression] [Strong performance] [Proper pronunciation] [Dry Reverb] [Dry mix] [Good vocal chain] [stunningly emotive and expressive male vocals] [Vocal Cuts Through Mix] [Phrasing] [Final Vocal Mix] [Noise reduction] [Highpass-Filter] [Lowpass-Filter] [Best quality] [Final Master] [Intro] [dry, alone, close-miked] Why is "You Are Here" not where I ever want to be? I'm not quite sure I'm here. It's August 1st. Drenched in heat. [Verse 1] [clipped, walking groove, conversational] I bet he's in Chicago now. The last day I thought he'd be in town, he wasn't. It was raining and there was thunder. I didn't have enough time that night. This time I have no excuses — and tomorrow I very well might. If I make it to the top today I never have to make it to the top tonight. [Pre-Chorus] [building, restrained, hard stop] I've spent so long waiting that I never got to hang out. Another moment waiting and I may never find out. [Chorus] [full band opens, solo voice held, no harmonies] I tried the hike instead of the goodbye. He never needed to act like he would. It's always been easier to take the wrong way when the wrong way is out of the woods. [Post-Chorus] [talk-sung, dry, wry] That building is a church, but I don't know... No — it was totally not a church. That's why there were no arrows. It's private property. Remind me to take more of those arrows. [Verse 2] [half-time, warm, close] The first time I met him He looked exactly like Jesus. I told him he should start a cult. Told him he could probably do that — but I guess by that time you either do or you don't. Of course I said I was just kidding. It would be a full-time job. [Pre-Chorus] [strained but quiet, rising] I want to get to the spot I recognize from when I first met him. No real excuses to give up right now. I'll be there. I'm pretty sure I bluffed in the right direction. [Chorus] [band wider, solo voice centered, aching vowels] I tried the hike instead of the goodbye. He never needed to act like he would. It's always been easier to take the wrong way when the wrong way is out of the woods. [Refrain] [tender, thin arrangement] He would come here alone. He would come here with anyone. He would rest where it was peaceful. He never needed to act like he would. [Bridge] [half-time, bare guitar, bare bass pulse] Walking to the trails makes me think of him. Walking to the beach makes me think of her. I have to learn how to think of myself again. Well — that would probably not be the best either. Plus, probably selfish. Sometimes you have to use your ability to make excuses to counter your ability to make excuses. If I wasn't able to do that, I'd still be inside. [Build] [drums enter under solo voice, pulsing] I will think less. I will feel more. I will think less. I will feel more. [Breakdown] [spoken, dry, breath-frayed] It's while I was literally saying I knew the way that my leg hit the rock. Oh, fuck. I'm bleeding. Well, I'll be okay. Well — I know the way back now. The dark pants are great for wiping the dripping blood. Not going to fucking poison a bleeding man's water. It is always the one thing you don't suspect that gets you in the end. That's a joke. I'll be fine. Don't worry. I don't even know what heat stroke is. I swear it's not just a lack of blood. [Chorus] [largest band, solo voice only, held but not shouted] I swear it's not just a lack of blood. I tried the hike instead of the goodbye. He never needed to act like he would. It's always been easier to take the wrong way — I hope it's still out of the woods. I hope it's still out of the woods. [Break] [small, sung, sudden realization] Isn't it funny that I never realized that I'd reached the top? [Final Chorus] [big ringing guitars, lone voice frayed and intimate] He used to love this place — no — he loves this place. I just really want to find out why. I'd ask him why he loved these hills — I'd ask him why he loved these hills — if I could ever get a message, if I could ever get a message back. [Outro] [hushed spoken, one decaying chord, cold stop] I'm on the sidewalk. Getting close to home. I was much happier when I wasn't close to home.
