Linda Connell Studley: Music

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This is the title track from my second CD. It began with the rhythm of the windshield wipers.

I count the tar strips on the highway as they pass beneath my wheels.
I watch the wipers scrape the bug guts off the glass it's how I feel
When you just walk away
Can't face another day
Wish I could find a way to crawl into the past
And make it real, and breathe out, breathe in
Breathe out, breathe in.

The night is dark the pavement sucks up all the light
Low beam or high
A black hole waiting for an unsuspecting sigh
Shut up and drive it's still a long way home
And I'll still be alone
It's hard to see the road with mem'ries in your eyes
Just drive on and breathe out, breathe in
Breathe out, breathe in

One day I'm gonna shed this skin,
Start again, until then I'll just
Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out , breathe in.

I count the tar strips, I watch the wipers
The night is dark, a black hole waiting and I

Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
Breathe out, breathe in, breathe.