[Verse 1] Seven roads diverge from the crossroads stone Each one walked by fathers I've never known The compass needle spinning counterclockwise Points to everywhere, points to no place twice [Pre-Chorus] Copper wheel keeps turning Ancient grooves keep learning What the blood remembers What the bone forgets [Chorus] I am the distance between here and gone The echo of a caravan song Spiraling outward, spiraling in The same circle, but thicker skin (Thicker skin, thicker skin) [Verse 2] They say the Fibonacci proves God's design But chaos draws the same curves given time My grandmother read futures in the sediment Now I see patterns where the accidents went [Bridge] Thirteen moons to make the cycle whole Fibonacci sequence in the fiddle's scroll The rhythm shifts but never breaks Seven-eight, then five-four Then everything shakes Persecution made us mathematical Every escape route carved in musical Notation hidden in the modal scales Freedom's just another word for leaving trails [Instrumental] [Verse 3] They took our wheels, we learned to carry fire They banned our songs, we sang in minor Every empire thinks it ends the story But the copper wheel just spins in different territory [Final Chorus] I am the distance between here and gone The ghost of a caravan song Spiraling outward, spiraling in The same old circle wearing different skin The pattern holds, the pattern breaks The copper wheel, the choice we make Between the roads and standing still Between the valley and the hill [Outro] Seven roads converge at the crossroads stone Each one leading to a different home The compass finally stops its spin Points to where I've always been
