Breaking Glass from Winter Grain by Winter Grain

The highway ain't a home.
Everybody comes; everybody goes.
I’m an old seed. I follow where that
Wind blows And float the river as she flows.

I’m a bonfire; I’m a live grenade.
Only break this glass in case of emergency.
This is the final straw. This is the line in the sand.
This is the click of a trigger. You better get out while you can.

Werewolves and vampires--monsters are popular to hire.
Oooo lucky you! Let your weary eyes retire
Cause if I’m an angel I’m a liar.

No your martyrdom ain't welcome here.
Caught you in your lust when it should be fear.
No the faint of heart don’t earn these tears.

No heart Is born a stone.
The walls around them we build they are our own.
Let me be clear -- leave me alone.
You don’t wanna make me change my tone.

Cause I’m the blue wire In the atomic age
And I told you only to break this glass
In case it was an emergency.

And I’m a bonfire; I’m a live grenade.
And I told you only to break this glass
In case it was an emergency.
This is the final straw. This is the line in the sand.
This is the click of a trigger.
You better get out while you can.

Lyrics/music K. Anderson

K. Anderson vocals
T. Neu vocals, guitar
S. Saunders vocals, slide guitar
T. Shupe fiddle
M. Collins cello
T. Carroll percussion

Produced by Ryan Hadlock, Bear Creek Studio

• Americana
• Pop
• alt-country
• indie pop
• Los Angeles