Evelyn Songtext
von Gregory Alan Isakov

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, for her
And everything just found their place it seemed

Theres an old folk song on the radio
Sounding thin and dark and haunted
Theres a bag of weed in the back beneath the books

And she can′t stand the sight of this cul-de-sac
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 aint 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

Theres 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