[Verse 1] At the back of the bookshop, beneath a brass lamp, A card slipped loose from its velvet stamp. The Fool stepped out with a key in his hand, One boot on the cliff, one toe on the sand. He grinned at the weather, ignored the old sign, And followed a moth through the midnight pine. [Pre-Chorus] I asked, “What waits where the black road bends?” He said, “A door—and the nerve to begin.” [Chorus] Turn the card, let the wild road choose, Lose what you’re carrying, keep what you use. One small step where the sure ground ends, The Fool walks out—and the world begins. [Verse 2] His coat held a map with no borders drawn, A coin for the ferry, a crust for the dawn. The river ran backward past stones marked with names, While crows made a council above the old flames. He crossed with a laugh and a half-tied shoe, Then handed the key to a stranger like you. [Chorus] Turn the card, let the wild road choose, Lose what you’re carrying, keep what you use. One small step where the sure ground ends, The Fool walks out—and the world begins. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] No promise of gold, no guarantee, Just open air and a choice to be free. If every answer were carved into stone, There’d be no road worth walking alone. [Final Chorus] Turn the card, let the wild road choose, Lose what you’re carrying, keep what you use. One small step where the sure ground ends, The Fool walks out—and the world begins. The Fool walks out—and the world begins. [Outro] At the back of the bookshop, the brass lamp burned low; The space in the deck held a place to go.
