Gregory Alan Isakov - Evelyn - live at spotify house lyrics

All the tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the grave yard shift again Selling gasoline And there's kids smoking on south first See high-school was just a blur, to her And everything just found their place it seemed There's an old folk song on the radio Sounding thin and dark and haunted There's a bag of weed in the back beneath the books And she can't stand the sight of this coldasac Like an old crow, king of the lamp-post And this window hasn't been this clean since it last rained Well she pictures up a different day Driving west to east L.A And there ain't no sign of a dime, but hey Anyone can dream, anyone can dream And all the college girls come in when the bars let out and they're hungry Making such a mess, Evelyn just talks trash, as she's sweeping up There's a thin dark cloud in the evening air After every sunny day There's a bum who lives in the parking lot Wash the windows just to say, just to say hey All the tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the grave yard shift again Selling gasoline Selling gasoline