Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

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 your 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

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