Break in the Road - The Golden Palominos

There’s a small matter of discrepancy

It’s a small matter but it worries me

If I could, I’d forget the history

But you reap what you’ve sowed

Every break in the road

Tear it down with your own hands

When I was a child, I knew everything

With a clear logic and a reasoning

Once I could even see it happening

But it’s too great a load

Every break in the road

Tear it down with your own hands

I’m so sorry that you’re dead

I wish you could have stayed alive

Found an ounce of peace of comfort and survived

The eyes of a stranger on the morning train

Bear a cool witness to another’s pain

If you look closely we are all insane

It’s just too great a load

Every break in the road

Tear it down with your own hands

I’m so sorry that you’re dead

I wish you could have stayed alive

Find an ounce of peace of comfort and survived

It’s a deep souled kind of poverty

It’s a short ride to the hell to be

With a weight heavier than gravity

Do you reap what you’ve sowed

Every break in the road

Tear it down with your own hands

It’s too great a load every break in the road

Tear it down

It’s too great a load every break in the road

With your own hands

It’s too great a load every break in the road