Broke Down

Broke down, broke down
The wheels on the bus go round and round
Some hazy ride, some hopeful heart
Sitting in the front, looking back,
Looking forward, looking all around
It’s the places in the rear
I’m oblivious to – the formative past
That I can’t bring to mind
The failure to make sense blows my mind
And worn out pieces burn up and go flying

Broke down, broke down
Flat tire on the side of the road
A man pulls over, and he’s old
And looks kind – has some kind of
Sympathy for a single young woman
Who stares in the eyes of a nice old man
Who says, ‘Girl – you broke down!’
I smile sheepishly, ‘Yeah, I know …’
But on some level it’s deeper
On some level I’m broke

Broke down, broke down
The boundaries of this mind seem gone
Barriers of the heart seem higher than heaven
While barriers of the mind seem hardly visible
Through rubble and dust – this horrible rising
That blocks my view, coats my face,
Hurts my lungs as I struggle to cry
And embrace what it truly means to be broke down

So I stand in the midst looking up and looking out
Scanning the horizon as best I can
Searching the road for a helping hand
Needing both people and the God-Man
To say to me together, ‘Girl – let’s get this tire changed.
Let’s get you back on the road. Ain’t no need to stay
Broke down.’