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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Piano
Greg Tanner Harris
Greg Tanner Harris
Vibraphone
J.C Thompson
J.C Thompson
Upright Bass
Jack Leahy
Jack Leahy
Pedal Steel Guitar
James Han
James Han
Piano
Jeb Bows
Jeb Bows
Violin
Jen Gilleran
Jen Gilleran
Drums
Jon Wirtz
Jon Wirtz
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter

Lyrics

Smoke, it flies from whiskey mouths
Vagabonds walk this suitcase town
Summer left us beckoning
The cottonwoods were all worn out
Night comes fixin' on the day
And the universe reigned again
While the wheels roll to find a flickering light
While you were sleepin', I was turnin' the dials
And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires
And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling
Oh, you should've heard them
Livin' here in this city on fire
Well, I've been fine
Yeah, just dancing drunk above the street
Me, the ghost of Caroline
And that was me, ya know, callin' up above
From the steeples in the churchyard
Watch the wheels roll to find another place home
Oh, while you were sleepin', you bet that I might
Walk this empty Northern Hemisphere wide
And the kingdom, it came, well, it all fell down
It all fell to dust
Watch it all flying 'round us
Watch it all flyin' around us
Oh, while you were sleepin', I was the turnin' the dials
And I walk this empty Northern Hemisphere wide
Written by: Gregory Alan Isakov
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