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Hazard lights are blinking red
Engine’s cold and hope is dead
Triple-A says “Ninety minutes maybe more ”
So I step out of the driver’s door
The asphalt’s warm the night is cheap
And the silence is a rhythm buried deep
I could cry or I could call
Or I could just…forget it all
Let the breakdown be the beat
Let the panic be obsolete
So I dance in the breakdown lane!
Let the passing trucks fan me like a hurricane!
My shadow’s long under the arc-light glow
Doing the steps that nobody knows!
Yeah I dance in the breakdown lane!
It’s a stupid sweet and temporary gain!
For every plan that’s gone astray
I’ve got this private pavement ballet!
A sedan slows a face concerned
I just smile and keep my turn
My fluorescent vest is a trophy see
For winning at this catastrophe
The wind whips my hair a wild crown
My heartbeat’s the only disco in town
No destination no deadline chase
Just this perfect broken empty space
Where the only rule that still applies…
Is the movement of my thighs under these skies
So I dance in the breakdown lane!
Let the passing trucks fan me like a hurricane!
My shadow’s long under the arc-light glow
Doing the steps that nobody knows!
Yeah I dance in the breakdown lane!
It’s a stupid sweet and temporary gain!
For every plan that’s gone astray
I’ve got this private pavement ballet!
This isn’t resilience It’s not “making the best”
It’s the animal joy in a failed test
It’s the body saying what the mind can’t confess:
“I’m a mess But I’m a beautiful mess in this dress ”
The tow truck’s lights will paint me blue
But till then…this freedom’s true
So I dance in the breakdown lane!
Dance in the breakdown lane!
(Let the world think that I’m insane!)
Dance in the breakdown lane!
(For the love I couldn’t explain!)
Dance in the breakdown lane!
(For the kiss I had to contain!)
Dance…dance…dance…
Dance…dance…dance…
Dance…dance…dance…
