Black Sheep – Alela Diane

Sometimes I’m riding high
In the rusted sky
Sometimes I sit right here
Miles off from anywhere

Some days I’m a black sheep, baby
Suddenly I’m elegant as evening
Most of the time
I’m on the ride

I remember waiting by the phone
Pining away the nights alone
A tarnished coin into the slot
My number lost in your coat pocket

Some days I’m a black sheep, baby
Suddenly I’m elegant as evening
Most of the time
I’m on the line

Ooh, a black sheep, black sheep dark as thunder
Ooh, evening, evening is harder still
And I am on the line and the line is rusted blue
I am on the line and the line is rusted blue

Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue
Rusted blue