Lyrics This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov

Smoke it flies from whisky mouths
Vagabonds walk this suitcase town
Summer left us beckoning
The cottonwoods were all worn out
Night comes fixing on the day
And the universe reigned again
While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light
While you were sleeping I was the turning the dials
And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires
And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling
Oh, you should have heard them
Living here in this city on fire, well I′ve been fine
Just dancing drunk above the street
Me the ghost of Caroline
And that was me, you know, calling up above
From the steeples in the church yard
Watch the wheels roll to find another place home
While you were sleeping, you bet that I might
Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide
And the kingdom it came, well it all fell down
It all fell to dust
Watch it all falling down to dust
Watch it all falling down to dust
While you were sleeping I was the turning the dials
Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide