Big Black Car
Isakov Gregory Alan Lyrics

You were a phonograph, I was a kid
You were a thing of beauty and wonder, and I was young and innocent.

I sat with an ear close, just listening
I sat quietly, captivated by your magical sounds.

I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face
I witnessed your tears falling like rain on your face.

You were a miracle I was just holding your space
You were something incredible, and I was just lucky to be near you.

Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The passing of time has a tendency to remind us of painful memories.

The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
Our past is weighed down by regrets and ghosts, and the future is filled with uncertainty.

Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car
Heartbreak is a powerful force that can consume us and drive us to dark places.

Swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own
I felt like a passive observer, just trying to avoid getting hurt again.

And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain
Looking through the window, I saw the crows descending like a steady rain on the cornfields.

They won't stay, they won't stay
The crows were a fleeting presence that represented the transience of life.

For too long now
This feeling of emptiness and loss has lasted for too long.

This could be all that we know
This may be the only experience of real love and connection that we will ever have.

Of love and all
It encompasses all the highs and lows of love.

Well you were a dancer and I was a rag
You were graceful and full of life, while I felt worn out and frayed.

The song in my head, well was all that I had
All I had was the memory of a beautiful song that reminded me of you.

Hope was a letter I never could send
I held onto hope, but I never dared to express it.

Well love was a country we couldn't defend
Our love was fragile and vulnerable, and we couldn't protect it from the world.

And through the carnival we watch them go round and round
Amidst the chaos of life, we watched people move in circles, going nowhere.

All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns
Our idea of home was based on fleeting moments of beauty and some distractions.

Well you were a magazine, I was a plain jane
You were something glamorous and flashy, while I felt ordinary and unremarkable.

Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain
I walked alone on the wet sidewalks, lost in my own thoughts and feelings.

Love to just get into some of your stories
I longed to hear your tales and share your experiences.

Me and all of my plain jane glory
I was content to be myself, despite feeling inferior to you.