Gregory Alan Isakov All There Is
How the lights will change Coming back into the city Driving homeward slow
Shimmer like you do to me We laugh at all those changing trees Autumn is falling down again Out of this blue Sunday dream
Come to me with your smoky mouth Raindrops fall on this old town It's been me and you've been falling round Well I lied to you when I knocked upon your door See I was nowhere near your neighborhood
But if this all in our mind If this is all just in our minds Honey would you mind Getting out of mine
This is all just in our head And now it's screming red Watching the leaves fall down and laugh at us instead
