There's a fork in the road, I can’t seem to make up my mind
Don't know which way to go, and I'm sure running out of time
I'm all alone with my suitcase in my hands, Can't find my ticket, to
The promise land
There's a fork in the road, can't seem to make up my mind.
There's frost on the pumpkin, the air is taking on a chill
I can't find my milk and honey, don't believe I ever will
Somebody's got my pony and I'm left here like a fool
My saddle's on the fence and I'm sittin' there too
There’s frost on the pumpkin, the air is taking on a chill
Lines on my face, growing day by day
Chasing you baby's gonna put me in my grave
Tears in my eyes, skies about to fall
Looking for cover, can't see anything at all
There's a fork in the road
I'm all alone with my suitcase in my hands
Can’t find my ticket to the promise land
There's a fork in the road, can't seem to make up my mind