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