Suitcase Full of Sparks-Gregory Alan Isakov

[ti:Suitcase Full of Sparks] [ar:Gregory Alan Isakov] [al:The Weatherman] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Suitcase Full of Sparks - Gregory Alan Isakov [00:20.97]Traveling through the graveyard [00:22.34]With a suitcase full of sparks [00:25.53]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you [00:31.20]Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark [00:35.51]Oh I cut down all the cottonwoods [00:37.91] [00:49.02]I picked up all the arrowheads [00:51.28]Off buffalo trails of the Indians [00:53.96]The Oklahoma sky was cutting through [00:57.71] [00:58.64]Along the tracks with the Runaway [01:01.33]He just talks and talks and talks [01:04.01]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you [01:09.50]I quit counting stars that night in [01:14.15]The cold by the satellite field [01:17.03] [01:19.79]And I quit panning gold [01:22.98]Digging holes [01:24.22]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you [01:27.72] [01:38.08]Swam across the Poncha [01:40.20]Took a train to Cataloo [01:42.94]Opened up my guitar case and [01:45.31]All the songs were blue [01:48.19]I haunted all the alleys [01:49.76]Lord I drifted down the valleys [01:52.82]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you [01:58.50]And I quit casting hooks off the [02:01.43] [02:03.31]California coast we held so dear [02:07.43]And I quit flashing smiles and running wild [02:13.74]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you [02:16.16] [02:36.59]Threw my bottle to the ocean [02:39.52]She never wrote me back [02:41.57]All the countless days along the sea of blue [02:45.38] [02:46.83]Learned the language of the Mockingbird [02:48.64]She took and twisted all my words [02:52.13]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you [02:57.43]And I'll meet you in the graveyard [03:00.43]With the winter trees and stars [03:06.35]Oh we could open up this [03:09.17]Suitcase full of sparks