Gregory Alan Isakov Virginia May
slept high up in the Rockies set my clock for californ-i-ey-aye and i dreamed up somethin special to give that ocean man, she cuffs me anyway
so i'm banking on virginia to keep me clear and calm and straight just like clock work seems to tell us with every passing storm there's just a harder hail
so light my way, Virginia May i can't sit still, just pace across this hallway we spent all this time just trading crimes, while the tune-smith packed a lunch, he's headed down the coastline
there's a loneliness thats blowin well i heard it from the radio man he's been locked up in the belfry listening close, to a string upon a can
me, i'm sailin on to that savior, she's a pilgrim living on the modern time and ever since i found her magic now every car or cloud that passes is a sign
light my way, Virginia May i can't sit still just pace across this hallway we spent all this time just trading crimes
and i'm saving all my sleep for another life i'm saving all my sleep for another life.
