Ooooh Ooooh
Yeaaaaaah
Girl, I've been watching you
From so far across the floor now baby
That's nothing new I've watched you
So many times before now baby
I see that look in your ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Abbott
Well its 3 AM again, like it always seems to be
Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me
And it just seems so funny that I always end up here
Walkin' out...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
All the lights will changed
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...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
When the wine stops working
And you're all run out
And all of your high hopes have all headed south
And the songs left the stable and they never came home
And there ain't no fo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
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