
3 A.M. Gregory Alan Isakov
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Well its 3 AM again, like it always seems to be
Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me
And it just seems so funny that I always end up here
Walkin' outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line
It's been some time…
Give me darkness when I'm dreaming
Give me moonlight when I'm leaving
Give me shoes that weren't made for standing
Give me tree-line, give me big sky, get me snow-bound, give me rain clouds, give me a bed time…just sometimes
Now you're talkin' in my room, but there ain't nobody here
'Cause I've been driving like a trucker, I've been wearin’ through the gears
I’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 same
Riding that hope was like catching some train
Well now I just walk, well I don't mind the rain
But I've been singing so much softer than I did back then
The night, I think, is darker than we can really say
And god's been living in that ocean, sending us all the big waves
And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust
Maybe I could bring some grace back home to the dry land for each of us
Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me
And it just seems so funny that I always end up here
Walkin' outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line
It's been some time…
Give me darkness when I'm dreaming
Give me moonlight when I'm leaving
Give me shoes that weren't made for standing
Give me tree-line, give me big sky, get me snow-bound, give me rain clouds, give me a bed time…just sometimes
Now you're talkin' in my room, but there ain't nobody here
'Cause I've been driving like a trucker, I've been wearin’ through the gears
I’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 same
Riding that hope was like catching some train
Well now I just walk, well I don't mind the rain
But I've been singing so much softer than I did back then
The night, I think, is darker than we can really say
And god's been living in that ocean, sending us all the big waves
And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust
Maybe I could bring some grace back home to the dry land for each of us
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