Timmy Skelly - Breckenridge Lane Lyrics

I lose myself, when I'm laying in your garden
I'm looking up, just begging for your pardon
Cuz I'm weak and you found my strength
You led me to the water and I drank

Tracks of my boots on Breckenridge Lane
And the summer's humid, winter's gray
And my tears fall into a misty lake
You're popping corn in the microwave
And I miss our home and the movie nights and the fireplace and the southern drives
Wiffleball games and friendly fights
And the whispered prayers and the lullabies
And the local mothers judge me and the radio plays country and we gossip and we spread the truth and the gospel comes from Uncle Luke
And the high school coaches they really cared
And we're swimming in our underwear
And we pray before the family meal
And the fields are full of daffodils

And you take me
Back to your garden
Where it all started
And I'm naked
And I'm tryin'
To find you
Or some semblance of the truth

Where are you now, quiet and cowarding an blowing smoke rings staring at the late-night crowd
That's always singing way too loud
Getting up to get back down and
Drinking banquets, ripping darts
Chewing on their hollow hearts
Cuz at sixty five the cornfields make
A yellow haze that looks like fate
The chorus hits from Brooks and Dunn,
She tells me I'm the only one,
The sun hits hard, I lose control
We spin out in the freezing cold

And it takes me
Back to your garden
Where it all started
And I'm naked
And I'm tryin'
To find you
Or some semblance of the truth

Tracks of my boots on Breckenridge Lane
(Some semblance of the truth)
The summer's humid, winter's gray
And my tears fall into a misty lake
(Gimme some)
You're popping corn in the microwave
(Gimme some, gimme some truth)

Tracks of my boots on Breckenridge Lane
(I'm naked, and I'm tryin')
The summer's humid, winter's gray
And my tears fall into a misty lake
(Gimme some, gimme some)
You're popping corn in the microwave
(Gimme some truth)

Tracks of my boots on Breckenridge Lane
The summer's humid, winter's gray
And my tears fall into a misty lake
You're popping corn in the microwave

Tracks of my boots on Breckenridge Lane
(I'm naked, and I'm tryin')
The summer's humid, winter's gray
And my tears fall into a misty lake
You're popping corn in the microwave