January 2010
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 you 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
and through the glass, the...
