Fork In The Road - The Infamous Stringdusters

There’s a fork in the road

Ain’t seem to make up my mind

Don’t know which way to go

I am sure running out of time

I am all alone with my suitcase in my hand

Can’t find my ticket to the promise land

There’s a fork in the road

Can’t seem to make up my mind

Well, this?

frost?

full of pumpkin

It’s taking on a chill

I can’t find my?

milk?

and honey

I don’t believe i ever will

Somebody’s got my pony

And i left you like a fool

My?

side?

is on the fence

And i’m sitting there too

This frost full of pumpkin

Yeah, it’s taking a chill

Lions on the fence

Growing day by day

Does anything it’s gonna put me in my grave

Tears in my eyes, skies about to fall

Look in the cupboard

Can’t see anything at all

With my suitcase in my hand

Can’t find my tickets to the promise land

There’s a fork in road

Ain’t seem to make up my mind

And there’s a fork in the road