Sending us all the big waves

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 dryland for all of us

say what you say, you say it so well

just say you will wait, like snow on the rail

i been combing that train yard for some kind of sign

even my own self, it just don’t seem mine

- 3 a.m. -

Gregory Alan Isakov