Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suitcase Full of Sparks, artist - Gregory Alan Isakov. Date of issue: 08.07.2013
Song language: English
Suitcase Full of Sparks |
| Traveling through the graveyard |
| With a suitcase full of sparks |
| Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| I lit up every campfire |
| I found out in the dark |
| Oh, I cut down all the cottonwood |
| I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians |
| The Oklahoma sky was cutting through |
| Along the tracks with the Runaway |
| He just talks and talks and talks |
| Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| I quit counting stars that night in the cold by the satellite field |
| And I quit panning gold |
| Digging holes |
| Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| Swam across the Poncha |
| Took a train to Cataloo |
| Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue |
| I haunted all the alleys |
| Lord, I drifted down the valleys |
| Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| And I quit casting hooks off the California coast we held so dear |
| And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild |
| Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| Threw my bottle to the ocean |
| She never wrote me back |
| All the countless days along the sea of blue |
| Learned the language of the Mockingbird |
| She took and twisted all my words |
| Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you |
| And I’ll meet you in the graveyard |
| With the winter trees and stars |
| Oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks |