And I've been looking down
But looking down you can't see
That it's not 'bout who you are
But who you want to be
My feet dig solid ground
A stick on a stone, it might be Sunday today
But who cares if I'm wrong when everyday's the same
And there's no one to blame
My rules, my game.
I left breadcrumbs for you on my way the very first day
I thought perhaps you'd like to come and stay
A stick on a stone, it might be Sunday today
But who cares if I'm wrong when everyday's the same
And there's no one to blame
My rules, my game
