Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov

Gregory Alan Isakov

All Shades of Blue

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 forgetting that you're out on your own

Turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends

And you don't put your book down even after it ends

Smoke curls up from the table in your quiet little room

And your heart's worn the handle of an old pushing broom

Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish anyway

Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house

That was darkened for days

Been thinking you probably should stay

When the going is long gone

And the kick drum won't kick

When you fumble with your fiddle and you're fresh out of tricks

And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do

And your heart's a thousand colors but they're all shades of blue

Broken bottles shine just like stars

Make a wish anyway

Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house

That was darkened for days

Been thinking you probably should stay

Yeah, I think that you probably should stay

And our dreams on the windowsill

See those trees turning gold in the hills