The road ahead
Is drenched in this fog
Can barely see our hands
In front of our faces
And there’s no sign of
Dissipation

Going in circles
Can’t tell if I’ve
Been down this road before
Leaving breadcrumbs
But can I find them again?
Can I get back to where I came from?

Can we get back to when?

There were clear blue skies?
In this world of gray
No black, no white
Or fog in our way
Clouding our eyes
And killing the sun
Where we can find our own way
Without leaving breadcrumbs