Yeah... Two roads, one bad idea. You know how this goes. Got my boots on the white line, sun going down on a busted-up sign. Left says “safe”, right says “hell,” straight ahead ain't treating me well. Pocket full of nothing but nerve, whole damn life taking one sharp curve. Everybody yelling, “Play it smart,” but smart never knew my stupid heart. No map, no saint, no clean excuse. If I gotta lose something, lemme choose what I lose. I'm at the crossroads, baby, one foot gone, one foot maybe. Red light blinking like, “Don't go there,” but trouble got rhythm and I don't scare. Crossroads calling, yeah, I hear that sound. If I'm gonna crash, I'm gonna pick my ground. Old man said, “Kid, don't chase that flame.” I said, “Cool story, but I ain't built tame.” Got some ghosts riding shotgun cheap, talking big while the city sleeps. Rear-view mirror full of yesterday, all those people telling me who to play. Nah, mate, I'm done with borrowed skin, flip that coin — let the mess begin. No map, no saint, no guarantee. Wrong road might be the right one for me. I'm at the crossroads, baby, one foot gone, one foot maybe. Red light blinking like, “Don't go there,” but trouble got rhythm and I don't scare. Crossroads calling, yeah, I hear that sound. If I'm gonna crash, I'm gonna pick my ground. Hey! Left, right, wrong, right, who the hell decides? Heart says run, head says chill, but standing still ain't living, for real. I'm at the crossroads, baby, no more someday, no more maybe. Green light nowhere, still I roll, little bit reckless, whole lotta soul. Crossroads calling, so turn it loud— I picked my road, ain't turning round. Yeah... wrong road, right night.
