Waking World - Son Volt

Still breakin' through

Still breakin', breakin' through, still

The dogs have drowned, steal the young

Slow-motion highway, dreams of dust

Eighties and hearts are burning through

So it goes, numero dos

Still breakin' through

Still breakin', breakin' through, still

Reckless days I’ve wandered

Breaking the fall with trampoline feet

Work-day done, stand clear of the closing doors

Faces are extreme or weary or warm

Still breakin' through

Still breakin', breakin' through, still

Oh, I’ve been real tired

Shaken and stirred inside the waking world

Fake fires of justice on the wishing well

Face down in the dirt, how far the dream fell

I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it

I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it

I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it

I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it

Sweet escape, that’s a tranquilizer

Sweet escape, every direction

Sweet escape, now a choice is taken

Sweet escape, the holy meditation

I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it