[Verse 1] You drew two figures under a painted tree, A red-winged messenger watching quietly. One hand holds steady, one reaches through air, A mountain keeps its counsel while the sun burns clear. [Pre-Chorus] You can call it fate, you can call it a door, But the choice is yours when your feet touch the floor. [Chorus] Meet me where the two paths meet, Tell me what you want, not what sounds sweet. No chain, no crown, no promised sign— Choose with your whole heart, and I’ll choose with mine. [Verse 2] There’s a garden of wanting, a truth in the fruit, A little fear growing close to the root. You look at me plainly; I look back the same, Love isn’t a bargain or a borrowed name. [Pre-Chorus] If we walk together, let it be by choice, Two honest answers, one unguarded voice. [Chorus] Meet me where the two paths meet, Tell me what you want, not what sounds sweet. No chain, no crown, no promised sign— Choose with your whole heart, and I’ll choose with mine. [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] The card doesn’t tell us what tomorrow will bring, It asks what we honor when the bells don’t ring. So take my hand gently, or let yours go free; The truest kind of union leaves room to be. [Chorus] Meet me where the two paths meet, Tell me what you want, not what sounds sweet. No chain, no crown, no promised sign— Choose with your whole heart, and I’ll choose with mine. [Outro] Two paths in the dust, one clear morning sky, I’ll meet you in the choosing—no need to deny.
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