Lyric only: Crossroads

I'm hoping to hear it isn't too long although I know it is. I'm hoping to hear it doesn't tell WAY too much story although I know that it does.

CROSSROADS

I’m broke down and stranded in my old green Lincoln - Near the intersection where the traffic light’s blinkin. -- At the crossroads of highway 97 and Thompson lane.

The only thing cheaper than the wine I’ve been drinking - Is the talk I’ve been talking and the thoughts I’ve been thinking -- For a long time I’ve been doin nothing but bringing you pain.

The sun’s long gone and a cold wind’s blowin -- My coats pretty light and it’ll soon be snowin

And it’s a four mile walk back to where I know I belong.

Well, I know what’s right but I don’t wanna do it. - I ought to walk back to you and work my way through it. - But you know how damned hard it is for me to say I was wrong.


The last thing I did as I walked out the door - Was to yell that I would never be back.

You stayed real calm and said “put it in writing.” - And make sure the ink that you sign with is black.


I spun my wheels heading out of your driveway - Threw gravel all over your lawn.

Had to put on a show just to prove I wasn’t scared. – The neighbor kid yelled, “what kinda drugs are you on.”


Well I’m tired and cold, and afraid that you mean it. - I always thought I knew a good thing when I seen it.

I’m sitting at a crossroads and I don’t know which direction to go.

If I walk straight ahead where the cold wind’s blowin. -- It’s just a couple miles to where the sawmill is glowin. -- I know the guys there, they’d let me come in out of the snow.

If I head to my right toward the reservation, - There’s a truck stop, that doubles as a Greyhound station.

It’s six long miles, but I could surely handle a meal.

To the west is a ranch where a girl named Donna - Said drop by any time but I sure don’t wanna.

Crawling back to you is startin to seem like a really fine deal.


The last thing I did as I walked out the door - Was to yell that I would never be back.

You stayed real calm and said “put it in writing.” - And make sure the ink that you sign with is black.


I spun my wheels heading out of your driveway - Threw gravel all over your lawn.

Had to put on a show just to prove I wasn’t scared. – The neighbor kid yelled, “what kinda drugs are you on.”


It’s long past dark, and the clouds are really movin. -- I’m wondering exactly what I though I was provin. --- So I make my decision and start heading back to your light.

I’m afraid of what I’ll do if your arms aren’t open, -- I’m walking toward home just shiverin and hopin when I see a set of headlights coming toward me out of the night.

I’m wonderin what fool’s out at this time of night… -- When I see that it’s you, you’re a wonderful sight. -- You’ve clearly been driving round crying and looking for me.

I swear it’s the last time I’ll put you through hell… -- but you laugh when I say so cause you know me so well. -- I don’t know how you manage to put up with the jerk I can be.



Copyright 2008 Verlon L. Gates  

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