Breadcrumbs from Pinkerton Pendlebury by Pinkerton Pendlebury

Breadcrumbs

Going back
This time
No sense, no reason, no rhyme
Been bad
Been slack
Gotta get a load off my back
Yeah this days been coming
Nothings got these fingers strumming

Was a track
Now a road
No worries, No cares, No load
A creek
The trees
I’m free and shooting the breeze
Old car
Dirt bike
I go as far as I like
Now I’m on my way back home

Chorus
I’m following bread crumbs
Using my thumbs
Ursa Major
And Orion
Are describin’
Where to go

Not a map
Not a plan
Strolling on as calm as I can
Futures up
Futures good
No must, no could, no should
Yeah there’s nothin doin
Gotta keep this body movin

Read a book
Smell a flower
A long walk, a bike, a light shower
Write a tune
Make a hit
Sit back & don’t give a shit
Ride a bus
Take a train
Stay on the right side of sane
Now I’m on my way back home

Chorus

• 70's rock
• Rock
• aussie rock
• harmonies
• indie rock
• Melbourne