[INSTRUMENTAL] [technical accordion + tympani] [Verse 1] Eggs wrapped tight in a flour shell Gasoline perfume It’s hard to tell If I’m tasting the road or the sunrise swell [Pre-Chorus] Coffee’s burnt but the warmth’s alright Neon buzz cuts through the morning light [Chorus] Breakfast burrito It’s a hand-held prayer Grease-stained wrapper Love’s hiding there First bite’s heaven Last bite’s despair [Verse 2] A trucker nods Says "How’s it taste?" I shrug and grin There’s no time to waste The clock don’t stop for a tee-aye’s haste [Pre-Chorus] The trucker nods again And then walks out with two [Chorus] Breakfast burrito It’s a hand-held prayer Grease-stained wrapper Love’s hiding there First bite’s heaven Last bite’s despair [Verse 3 - Male Vocals, Deliver The Story In Jagged Phrases And Broken Breaths] Gained a pound Or two I feel it Clogging my artery Life to short to care Gas station burrito, best breakfast fare [Bridge – accordion instrumental + gospel choir whispers] Salt on my lips Dreams in my chest Each bite’s a gamble But ain’t life the test The road’s my compass This burrito’s my rest [Solo – haunting accordion, Pounding Percussion, gospel choir harmonies] [Final Chorus] Breakfast burrito It’s a hand-held prayer Grease-stained wrapper Love’s hiding there First bite’s heaven Last bite’s despair [OUTRO – fading gospel choir, Sudden Percussion Bursts, ghostly and unsettling]
