There's a fork in the road
Can'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, there's frost on the pumpkin
The air is 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 saddle's on the fence
And i'm sitting 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 hand
Can't find my tickets to the promise land
There's a fork in road
Can't seem to make up my mind
And there's a fork in the road
Can't seem to make up my mind