Breadcrumbs

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