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 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 --- Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov