3 a.m. - Gregory Alan Isakov

Well its 3 AM again, like it always seems to be

Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me

And it just seems so funny that I always end up here

Walkin' outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line

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 tree-line, give me big sky, get me snow-bound, give me rain clouds,

give me a bed time… just sometimes

Now you’re talkin' in my room, but there ain’t nobody here

'Cause I’ve been driving like a trucker, I’ve been burnin' through the gears

I’ve been training like a soldier, I’ve been burnin' through this sorrow

And the only talkin' lately is that background radio…

You were my friend, and I was the same

Riding that hope was like catching some train

Well now I just walk, well I don’t mind the rain

But I’ve been singing so much softer than I did back then

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 dry land 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

Give me darkness when I’m dreaming, give me moonlight when I’m leaving

Give me mustang horse and muscle, 'cause I won’t be goin' gentle

Give me slant-eye looks when I’m lying, give me fingers when I’m crying

And I ain’t out there to cheat you, see I killed that damn coyote in me…