Road from Breakage by Breakage Music

We were East of Tucumcari
On our way to New Orleans
Took a left at San Antonio
Had a talk with the local police

You made long exposures of the stars
At the edge of the Cumberland Gap
Took another shot in West Virginia
And pulled the map out of my pack

Naked in the light of Bourbon Street
The dancer didn’t let us walk her home
She said her name was Georgia, but they called her Denise
So her cover was already blown

“This town’ll slice you up,
With Dixie bottles, skull and bones.”
Closed down the piano bar
Slept an hour and left for home

Find your feet on the path
Let the road take you home
Find the way to your past
Make the road road into your own

We drove all night, through the rain
Hit Delaware by dawn
Your car screamed across New Jersey
We heard Big Bill sing his song

Troubled In Mind, traveling blues
Nerves as raw as paint
I drank for three days and I couldn’t shake
The dust out of my veins

Find your feet on the path
Let the road take you home
Find the way to your past
Make the road road into your own

Ate at the bar,
threw down my tools
Got a glimpse of the immortal truth
When I walked by the neighborhood church

Songs with a clandestine sound
Kept ringing in my head
Flipped through the pictures I took
And I called her up in bed

• Experimental
• ambient
• dream pop
• krautrock
• shoegaze
• space rock
• Ashburn