Big Black Car

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Gregory Alan Isakov

Gregory Alan Isakov is a singer-songwriter. Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, he emigrated to the United States as a child, and was raised in Philadelphia. He now resides in Colorado. more »

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 holding your space 

Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced 
Heartbreak, you 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 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 

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 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



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