3 a.m.

Well its 3 a.m again, like it always seems to be Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me And it just seems so funny that I always end up here Walkin' outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line It's been some time Give me darkness when i'm dreaming Give me moonlight when i'm leaving Give me shoes that weren't made for standing Give me tree-line, give me big sky Get me snow-bound, give me rain clouds give me a bed time just sometimes Now you're talkin' in my room, but there ain't nobody here Cuz i've been driving like a trucker, I been burnin' through the gears I've been training like a soldier, i've been burnin' through this sorrow And the only talkin lately is that background radio You were my friend, and I was the same Riding that hope was like catching some train Well now I just walk, well I don't mind the rain But i've been singing so much softer than I did back then The night, I think, is darker than we can really say And god's been living in that ocean, sending us all the big waves And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust Maybe I could bring some grace back home to the dryland for all of us Say what you say, you say it so well Just say you will wait, like snow on the rail I been combing that train yard for some kind of sign Even my own self, it just don't seem mine Give me darkness when i'm dreaming, give me moonlight when i'm leaving Give me mustang horse and muscle, cuz I won't be goin' gentle Give me slant-eye looks when i'm lying, give me fingers when i'm crying And I ain't out there to cheat you, see I killed that damn coyote in me --- 3 A.M. - Gregory Alan Isakov