Suitcase Full of Sparks-Gregory Alan Isakov
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TXT Suitcase Full of Sparks-Gregory Alan Isakov 文本歌词
Suitcase Full of Sparks - Gregory Alan Isakov
Traveling through the graveyard
With a suitcase full of sparks
Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
Oh I cut down all the cottonwoods
I picked up all the arrowheads
Off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along the tracks with the Runaway
He just talks and talks and talks
Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
I quit counting stars that night in
The cold by the satellite field
And I quit panning gold
Digging holes
Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
Swam across the Poncha
Took a train to Cataloo
Opened up my guitar case and
All the songs were blue
I haunted all the alleys
Lord I drifted down the valleys
Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I quit casting hooks off the
California coast we held so dear
And I quit flashing smiles and running wild
Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
Threw my bottle to the ocean
She never wrote me back
All the countless days along the sea of blue
Learned the language of the Mockingbird
She took and twisted all my words
Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
With the winter trees and stars
Oh we could open up this
Suitcase full of sparks
