All alone tonight, on a road to run at random in front of another fork again…
Walkin' for years and miles, on my eyes only a blindfold in front of another
fork again… I don't know where it could lead. I take off the blindfold and

decide for myself. Choice is hard, my mind can't foresee. And so I let it be…
How decide my way, only a road to run at random. I will blind myself and walk
again... I will spin so much that I, I could lose my bearings taken by my fate.