Breadcrumb Trail

Daylight, goodnight I'm all alone at last In the myth of the feeling I'll go, so slow Because home is in the past And it's not what I'm thinking Black, white... ain't right I'm just the same as you I can only see gray days Choosing then losing How can you play their game And not lose your way? Offending by pretending Corporate jails or schools Which one will suit you? No choice means no voice A job in sales, work for fools Who will dictate your future?