Texty: Gregory Alan Isakov. All There Is....

How the lights will change

Coming back into the city

Driving homeward slow



Shimmer like you do to me

We laugh at all those changing trees

Autumn is falling down again



Out of this blue Sunday dream



Come to me with your smoky mouth

Raindrops fall on this old town

It's been me and you've been falling round



Well I lied to you when I knocked upon your door

See I was nowhere near your neighborhood



But if this all in our mind

If this is all just in our minds

Honey would you mind

Getting out of mine



This is all just in our head

And now it's screming red

Watching the leaves fall down and laugh at us instead