I work mornings in the old yard
Digging in the ground
But I moonlight as an astronaut
Mostly just sit around and howl
Won't you come to my house tonight
We could sleep on th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
August clown's a saint
And I just figured out why
I've been walking through the sand
With just you on my mind
And all that's left of the summer sky
Is the moment you're flying...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
[Verse 1]
Silver winged, broken English, boys they smoke
Talk and joke, above the water
New York lady, holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern, guiding dawn
[Chorus]
Quit ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
I see boxes…
Fills up a room
All the things I never told you still glooming
And I try though, I try though
Talking never seems to do it
I miss the taste of you, red hearts...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
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 your face
You were a miracle, I was just holding your sp...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
In the Black Hills
It's so familiar now
Familiar like NPR in the afternoons
It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know
The salt on the sidewalks
Or wether my feet wi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
[Verse 1]
Wither and bloom
Like we all do soon enough
Cover me up with your love
Scratches from the branches
We took our chances, sure enough
I am brambles
But I am tangled ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
You go ahead
There’s something I forgot
Walk slow and I’ll catch up
Let’s hear the stars do their talking
I used to love caves
Stumble out into that pink sky
Remember...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Coffee burns, the stomach churns
Chemicals and caffeine
You saw her bathing in the creek
Now you’re jealous of the water
Now babe, if it’s alright I call you that
I’...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
Poems go flying in the tracks
All we ever got left is a pile of things
I visit you with nothing burning
Hidden heart, stomach churning
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov