O' City Lights

Maria's stoned like a porcelain saint Sweet morphine Sweet morphine Curls a smile when the sadness hits Finds my face with fingertips Have you seen her The daughter of the hum of the highway She's curling up like smoke Oh city lights fly at this speed Oh heaven knows It ain't me behind the wheel This time Through the hills, you can hear them sing Ah Maria, ah Maria --- O' City Lights - Gregory Alan Isakov