Big Black Car – 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 space

Well, time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car
I swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own

And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain
They won’t stay, they won’t stay
For too long now.

This could be all that we know
Of love and all.

Well, you were a dancer and I was a rag
The song in my head, well, it was all that I had
Hope was a letter I never could send
Well, love was a country we couldn’t defend.

And through the carnival we watch them go round and round
All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns

Well, you were a magazine, I was a plane jane
Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain
Love to just get into some of your stories
Just me and all of my plane jane glory

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