Gregory Alan Isakov
Sweet Heat Lightning
Monsters beneath your bed
What's real, what's in your head
Moon's out
My mother's house is empty
Come and find me now
Sweet heat lightning falls
Blue crack of light and that's all
Calling you to sing
You drive, let's see where this ends
Let's let the wheels wear out
Sweet heat lightning falls
Blue crack of light and that's all
Calling you to sing
Calling you
Calling you to sing