كلمات Fork In The Road

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