Footpaths from Footpaths by The Bone Folders

Well the patterns on my sneaker souls there a-wearin’ down
And it’s hard to keep my grip and not to let things slip
Upon the stony ground
But now the sun is breaking through, the sky is almost blue
And footpaths in the street can crack
Then open up to be a wild, turning track

I have stepped upon these stones before, when they were first laid down
I had laid my head and spilt my drinks upon them, before I came around
Once I was higher than the moon, but I crashed out pretty soon
And footpaths in the street can crack
Then open up to be a wild, turning track

Many secret lives exist in every ordinary day
Walls and locks do hide those private sides that
Won’t come out, or are scared to come out and play

There’s a shadow in every room, a tremor in every tune
And footpaths in the street can crack
Then open up to be a wild, turning track

Your problems are safe with me, I trust my troubles are safe with you
Makes me think about a simpler time when..
We were young and stupid and had nothing much to do

Now’s the time to be deciding, where all the dice will land
As the future is now the present
While our stories, they have become the past
At times I failed to read the room, and spoke up way too soon

And footpaths in the street have cracked
They’ve opened up and doubled back
In a formal synchronised attact, an over under sideways hack,
A supersonic cosmic whack
They’ve opened up to be a wild, turning track

• Rock
• aussie rock
• country rock
• garage rock
• indie rock pop
• Melbourne