Gregory Alan Isakov - 3 a.m. Lyrics
drivin northbound, drivin homeward, drivin wind is drivin meand it just seems so funny that i always end up here,walkin outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-lineits been some time…give me darkness when i’m dreaminggive me moonlight when i’m leavinggive me shoes that weren’t made for standinggive me tree-line, give me big sky, get me snow-bound, give me rain clouds give me a bed time…just sometimesnow you’re talkin in my room, but there aint nobody herecuz i’ve been driving like a trucker, i been burnin through the gearsi’ve been training like a soldier, i’ve been burnin through this sorrow,and the only talkin lately is that background radio…you were my friend, and i was the sameriding that hope was like catching some trainwell now i just walk, well i dont mind the rainbut i’ve been singing so much softer than i did back thenthe night, i think, is darker than we can really sayand 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 trust,maybe i could bring some grace back home to the dryland for all of ussay what you say, you say it so welljust say you will wait, like snow on the raili been combing that train yard for some kind of signeven 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, cuz i wont be goin gentlegive me slant-eye looks when i’m lying, give me fingers when i’m cryingand i aint out there to cheat you, see i killed that damn coyote in me…
