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      -instrumental-       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      -instrumental-      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   can't seem to make up my mind       -instrumental-