[Verse 1]
Dreaming up this golden grain
But I'm falling from this shack
Talking sweet to the queen
Wishing I was riding with the jacks
Walking proud and lonesome now
Oh I'm y...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Traveling through the graveyard
With a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
I lit up every campfire
I found out in the dark
Oh, I cut down all ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
The tail lights burn red
They were hotter than hell
And I've been long gone, couldn't you tell
The smoke in the air
Couldn't hide my shame
Saw it lit up on that silver scree...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Cursed your captain and stow me below
Hold me amongst all your cards
Oh we were sea bound and aimless at best
Clutching to the wheel and those charts
But that sea was just a ga...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Water street is just the same
Oh, honey come back to me
You see it’s lonely and grey in the city
But oh the sun will surely rise
Warm my clothes, and warm your eyes
From the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Remember when our songs were just like prayers
Like gospel hymns that you called in the air
Come down, come down, sweet reverence
Unto my simple house and ring
And ring
Ring...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
[Verse 1]
Were we the hammer
Were we the powder
Were we the cold evening air
Were we the wild geese
Were we the tall trees
Were we the shot in the air
[Chorus]
And the ba...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Please, remember me happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until someone...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
The Universe, she's wounded
She's got bruises on her feet
I sat down like I always did
And tried to calm her down
I sent her my warmth and my silence
And all she sends me ba...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Smoke it flies from whisky mouths
Vagabonds walk this suitcase town
Summer left us beckoning
The cottonwoods were all worn out
Night comes fixing on the day
And the universe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov