Suitcase Full Of Sparks Gregory Alan Isakov

[Verse 1]
Traveling through the graveyard
With a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
I lit up every campfire
I found out in the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwood

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 3]
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