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.