Gregory Alan Isakov Light Year
i woke you up with poetry and stones the ragged and the bones strewn around the room
i recall another hazy may take a round in the ring gone hungry for the win...
heres the part i just lose everything i cracked a spark just to hear you sing sing...
i took it out the papers and the trash old among the cans this golden love gone bad
shined it up aiming at the sun just a light year from us hop a cab ride and we're off..
and all the ravens came along to play the simple notes you sang just went astray
everything was up, its coming down everything was up, its coming down coming down
