O’ City Lights
Gregory Alan Isakov
Maria's stoned like a porcelain saint
Sweet morphine
Sweet morphine
Curls a smile when the sadness hits
Finds my face with fingertips
Have you seen her
The daughter of the hum of the highway
She's curling up like smoke
Oh city lights fly at this speed
Oh heaven knows
It ain't me behind the wheel
This time
Through the hills, you can hear them sing
Ah maria, ah maria