Karaoké Big Black Car Gregory Alan Isakov

You were a phonograph

I was a kid

I sat with an ear close

Just listenin'

I was there when the rain tapped the way down your face

You were a miracle

I was just holdin' your space

Mmh

Well time has a way of throwin' it all in your face

The past she is haunted

The future is laced

Heartbreak you know drives a big black car

I swear I was in the back seat just mindin' my own

Mmh mmh mmh

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 it was all that I had

Hope was a letter

I never could send

Well love was a country we couldn't defend

Mmh

Mmh mmh hmm mmh mmh hmm

Through the carnival we watch them go 'round and 'round

All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns

Oh oh oh oh

Well you were a magazine

I was a Plain Jane

Just walkin' the sidewalks and covered in rain

Love to just get into some of your stories

Me all of my Plain Jane glory

Just me and all of my Plain Jane glory-y

Hey hey hee

Eeh eeh eeh eeh hee

Ah ah hah ah hah

Mmh ah ah ah ah

Hey hey eeh eeh

Eeh hee eeh eeh eeh

Hey hey

Hey hey