Gregory Alan Isakov Big Black Car
you were a phonograph, i was a kid i sat with an ear close, just listening i was there when the rain tapped her way down you face you were a miracle...i was just holdin your space
well time has a way of throwing it all in your face the past, she is haunted, the future is laced heartbreak, ya know, drives a big black car swear i was in the back seat, just minding my own
and through the glass, the corn crows come like rain they won't stay, they won't stay for too long now
this could be all that we know.. of love and all.
well you were a dancer, i was a rag the song in my head, well was all that i had hope was a letter i never could send love was a country we couldn't defend.
and through the carnival we watch them go round and round all we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns
well you were a magazine, i was a plane jane just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain love to just get into one of your stories just me and all of my plane jane glory
