Loom at the Crossroads

Intro

Instrumental

[2 bars]

Verse 1

[low, steady] [Delta blues delivery] I went down to the crossroads with a needle and a thread I went down to the crossroads with a needle and a thread asked the dark which way to turn and the dark said: stitch ahead

Pre-Chorus

[building, gritty] Every road is a warp thread every choice is a weft every stitch is a memory that the cloth can't forget

Chorus

raw

I'm standing at the selvage where the edge won't unravel standing at the selvage where the edge won't unravel the road goes four ways but the thread goes one way and I'm trying to travel on the line that holds

Verse 2

[different rhythm - slower, more spoken] My mother's hands were looms my mother's hands were looms she wove the dark into the cloth and called the cloth a home I learned the grid by watching her the warp and weft and selvage I learned the grid by watching her and the grid is where I roam

Pre-Chorus

[building, gritty] Every road is a warp thread every choice is a weft every stitch is a memory that the cloth can't forget

Chorus

raw

Bridge

hollow

They say a man met the devil at the crossroads at midnight traded his soul for a song but the truth is harder: he traded his name for a stitch and the stitch became a road and the road became a room and the room was where he started

Loom at the Crossroads