[Verse 1] I started in a patch of dirt Respectable, if bland A quiet life of soil and worms Exactly as was planned But something itched beneath my skin (Aside from general grit) A sense there might be more than this I can’t imagine it [Pre-Chorus] So I chose a hole An arbitrary goal No map, no myth, no scroll [Chorus] I’m going somewhere—don’t know where Through any hole I find In search of something meaningful Or at least… defined If purpose is a distant thing I’ll dig until it shows Statistically, I must improve By going where it goes --- [Verse 2] The tunnels started narrowing Then widening again I met a rock with attitude We’re no longer friends A root implied I lacked direction Quite aggressively I took it under advisement Then lost it instantly [Pre-Chorus] Every turn’s absurd Every inch deferred Progress feels… inferred [Chorus] I’m going somewhere—still unclear Momentum over sense Each hole a bold decision made With zero evidence If meaning waits at tunnel’s end It’s hiding rather well I’d settle for a modest sign Or legible farewell --- [Bridge – spoken] This is the bit where I learn something. I won’t. Budget, again. Also, I’ve forgotten the question. --- [Verse 3] The soil grew philosophical Then frankly quite unkind A beetle said “You’ll never know” I said “That tracks. Never mind.” The deeper that I seem to go The less there is to see Except a growing certainty It’s probably just me [Break] (Quieter) Or possibly the writing. --- [Chorus] I’m going somewhere—technically Though largely in a loop A groundbreaking explorer of My own recurring route If purpose is a destination I’ve circled it with grace A triumph of persistence in A very small space --- [Outro] So if there is a grand design It’s subtle to a fault I’ve dug through doubt and consequence And found… more dirt. My fault.
