Fork In The Road (The Infamous Stringdusters)

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 can't seem to make up my mind