Big Black Car歌词

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编辑于2021/04/08更新