San Luis - Gregory Alan Isakov

Weightlessness, no gravity

Were we somewhere in-between?

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

Oh, highway boys all sleeping in

With their dirty mouths and broken strings

Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea

For you, the queen of San Luis

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

Cutting through the avenues

I’d always find my way to you

Beside the hook, the hammer lies

Fumbling round in the smoke

Spending time chasing ghosts

Hold me down, hold me down, child

Hold me down, hold me down, child

California called you queen

With your golden hair and magazine

Were you somewhere in-between?

Fast asleep, a flying dream

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis