The Weatherman

Time Will Tell---Gregory Alan Isakov turning in the grain again the bells begin to chime time, she says, "there's no turning back, keep your eyes on the tracks" through the fields, somewhere there's blue oh, time will tell, she'll see us through

all of my heroes sit up straight they stare at the ground they radiate me, I'm mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup I'm some sick hound digging for bones if it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alo

Amsterdam---Gregory Alan Isakov all inside our Amsterdam she hides watery-eyed that howling wind, she's waving hi her other hand's in mine oh silhouette she's growing tall and fine she's got my back she'll follow me down every street no matter what m