Words mean more at night like a song / And did you ever notice the way light means more than it did all day long? / Words mean more at night light means more / Like your hair and your face and your smile and our bed and the dress that you wore (Gregory Alan […]

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 (Gregory Alan Isakov)

When the going is long gone and the kick drum won’t kick / When you fumble with your fiddle and you’re fresh out of tricks / And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do / And your heart’s a thousand colors but they’re all shades of blue (Gregory Alan Isakov)