So many ways to choose for walking

Which of this paths should I try

There is a man returning

Guess he has got a false trial



And when I ask him

Hey man, what's wrong

He smiles and answers:

I think this way's too long



Pushed and pulled at points of entry

Gateway of my chances

Back and forth - two steps, I weary

I'm frozen under the sun



Now that I've walked a thousand life-miles

Some of those miles I regret

Next bifurcation's coming

Which of two ways is the best



And when I'm asking

Oh, Lord what's right

There ain't an answer

To have the choice means fight



Pushed and pulled at points of entry

Gateway of my chances

Back and forth - two steps, I weary

I'm frozen under the sun