BigBlackCar

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

Written by：Gregory Alan Isakov

You were a phonograph I was a kid

I sat with an ear close just listening

There when the rain tapped her way down your face

You were a miracle I was just holdin' your space

Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face

The past she is haunted the future is laced

Heartbreak ya know drives a big black car

Swear I was in the back seat just minding my own

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 was all that I had

Hope was a letter I never could send

Well love was a country we couldn't defend

Through the carnival we watch them go round and round

All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns

Oh well you were a magazine I was a plain jane

Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain

Love to just get into some of your stories

Me and all of my plain jane glory

Just me and all of my plain jane glory