Virginia May - Gregory Alan Isakov

slept high up in the Rockies

set my clock for californ-i-ey-aye

and i dreamed up somethin special to give that ocean

man, she cuffs me anyway

so i’m banking on virginia

to keep me clear and calm and straight

just like clock work seems to tell us with every passing storm there’s just a harder hail

so light my way, Virginia May

i can’t sit still, just pace across this hallway

we spent all this time

just trading crimes,

while the tune-smith packed a lunch,

he’s headed down the coastline

there’s a loneliness thats blowin

well i heard it from the radio man

he’s been locked up in the belfry

listening close, to a string upon a can

me, i’m sailin on to that savior,

she’s a pilgrim living on the modern time

and ever since i found her magic

now every car or cloud that passes is a sign

light my way, Virginia May

i can’t sit still just pace across this hallway

we spent all this time

just trading crimes

and i’m saving all my sleep for another life

i’m saving all my sleep for another life.