Gregory Alan Isakov - Raising Cain
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last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
lord i couldn’t see the shadows all in me,
i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own

now those demons had there face bright as gold
those demons had their faces bright as gold
they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back
those demons had their faces bright as gold.

so i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light
i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light
i don’t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me
i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light

and i dont know whats ahead up comin next
the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head
there’s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone
sayin oh, oh elizabeth

and that season came in quiet with the rain
and loving you was just like raising cain
it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories
oh that season came in quiet with the rain

so i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong,
oh i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong,
and there’s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song
i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong…