[00:00.000] 作曲 : Gregory Alan Isakov[00:28.296]Pictures watch from the sidewalk past[00:31.383]poems go flying in the tracks[00:34.233]all we ever got left is a pile of things[00:41.840]I visit you with nothing burning[00:44.451]hidden heart, stomach churning[00:47.084]circled in the words like the vultures[00:54.884]your mouth becomes a dictionary[00:57.472]words without a holy theory[01:00.876]you're the only one on the page[01:05.853]look it up to find my heart[01:08.998]tear that old shit apart[01:11.601]till you find the words to sum me up[01:25.794]I don't need no lullabies[01:36.048]you sit me down here and you cry[01:54.784]the music man sings his mystery songs[01:56.838]he tries to put his finger on[01:59.431]there's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel[02:07.430]the things we all are destined to lose[02:09.996]while I seek out that crooked muse[02:13.112]you stole my heart and filled it up with blues[02:20.915]I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat[02:26.637]Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy[02:34.215]and I've been here on this precipice[02:36.823]and I picked apart anything I bring[02:39.389]so we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last[02:54.728]we've all the merry things we needed[03:04.324]it's time like this we remember to believe[03:17.336]let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me[03:34.489]Lay me down here in your field[03:45.179]they know just, what they steal