[Intro — male spoken, no melody]
The page is blank.
The pen is there.
But honestly...
I don't care.
[Verse 1]
I can know the page behind us
without knowing the line ahead.
Just letting breadcrumbs guide us—
somewhere waits the whole damn bread.
[Pre-Chorus]
I know the source
will never force.
What's in my mind
will find its course.
What happens here
will just appear.
Between the page,
between the pen—
the word is clear.
[Chorus]
I followed every breadcrumb,
thinking they would lead somewhere.
Looking for the whole damn answer,
certain it was waiting there.
Then I turned and saw the trail
running right beneath my tread—
I wasn't following the breadcrumbs.
I was holding the bread.
[Verse 2]
I saw the pieces on the ground,
little signs without a sound.
Never knew where they would lead,
never asked what I would need.
[Pre-Chorus]
I know the source
will never force.
What's in my mind
will find its course.
What happens here
will just appear.
Between the page,
between the pen—
the word is clear.
[Verse 3]
So I followed one by one,
never knowing what I'd find.
Funny how the road appeared
only when I looked behind.
[Final Chorus]
I followed every breadcrumb,
thinking they would lead somewhere.
Looking for the whole damn answer,
certain it was waiting there.
Then I turned and saw the trail
running right beneath my tread—
I wasn't following the breadcrumbs.
I was holding the bread.
[Outro — male spoken, fading to whisper]
The page is full.
My mind is clear.
I never found the answer—
it simply appeared.
I followed all those breadcrumbs,
thinking something waited ahead.
Funny thing is...
I was holding the bread.
So what comes next?
Honestly...
I still don't care.
I can always turn the page.