Paroles 3 a.m. de Gregory Alan Isakov

Textes et Paroles de 3 a.m.

Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to beDriving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me.It just seems so funny how I always end up hereWalking outside in a storm while looking way up past the treelineIt's been some timeGive me darkness when I'm dreaming, give me moonlight when I'm leaving, Give me shoes that weren't made for standing.Give me treeline, give me big sky, give me snowbound,Give me rainclouds, give me bedtime just sometimes Now you're talking in my room, there ain't nobody hereCause I've been driving like a trucker, I've been wearing through the gearsI've been training like a soldier, I've been burning through this sorrowThe only talking lately is a background radioYou are my friend and I was a saintAnd riding that hope was like catching some trainNow I just walk, but I don't mind the rainSinging so much softer than I did back thenWell the night I think is darker, we can really say,God's been living in that ocean, sending us all the big wavesAnd I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trustMaybe I could bring some grace back home to dry land for each of usSay what you see, you say it so wellJust say you will wait like snow on the railCombing that train yard for some kind of saintEven my own self, it just don't seem mineGive me darkness when I'm dreaming, give me moonlight when I'm leavingGive me mustang horse and muscle, oh, I won't be going gentleGive me slandered looks when I'm lying, give me fingers when I'm cryingI ain't out there to cheat you, see I killed that damn coyote in me

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