Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov

Gregory Alan Isakov

Big Black Car

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 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, I was a rag

The song in my head, well was all that I had

Hope was a letter I never could send

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 one of your stories

Just me and all of my plane jane glory