Highway Song from via by Anthony Savino

moonset with mania in my breath, orange rind sunrise bind the rooftops
moonset with nausea in my bed, draw the line at martyr mind, stop

calm me when I’m upset, tell me it’s just monday night
call me to just forget, it’s too much to bear

midnight with notebook and writing pen, back and forth, use the floor
to gather up materials
midnight the notebook is blank again, out the door the streets are more
receptive to wandering

come here, I’m not dead yet, tonight there’s a ghostly wind
I came here to break a sweat, left with a broken shin

highway feeling I know thee well, can I be sure of my compass
highway, really thy length’s not hell, and I have been travelling
the opposite way

• Americana
• Folk
• Indie Folk Rock
• acoustic
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles