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3 a.m. - Gregory Alan Isakov
Written by：Gregory Alan Isakov
Well it's 3 am again like it always seems to be
Driving northbound driving homeward driving wind is driving me
It just seems so funny
How I always end up here
Walking outside in a storm while looking way up past the treeline
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 treeline give me big sky give me snowbound
Give me rainclouds give me bedtime just sometimes
Now you're talking in my room there ain't nobody here
'Cause I've been driving like a trucker
I've been wearing through the gears
I've been training like a soldier
I've been burning through this sorrow
The only talking lately is a background radio
You are my friend and I was a saint
And riding that hope was like catching some train
Now I just walk but I don't mind the rain
Singing so much softer than I did back then
Well the night I think is darker we can really say
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 dry land for each of us
Say what you see you say it so well
Just say you will like snow on the rail
Combing that train yard for some kind of saint
Even my own self it just don't seem mine
Give me darkness when I'm dreaming give me moonlight when I'm leaving
Give me mustang horse and muscle oh
I won't be going gentle
Give me slandered looks when
I'm lying me fingers when I'm crying
I ain't out there to cheat you see
I killed that d**n coyote in me
