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The road forks out in four or more,
The pavement's cracked like never before.
I count the steps that I have taken,
But each one makes me feel more shaken.
The traffic lights blink green and red,
My feet refuse to move ahead.
A horn behind me honks and shouts,
But I can't tell what it's about.
The signs are swinging in the breeze,
A plastic bag gets caught in trees.
I don't know which way is true,
I'm just a stranger passing through.
The signs are swinging in the breeze,
A plastic bag gets caught in trees.
I feel the pressure in my chest,
I need a sign to point me west.
The traffic lights blink green and red,
My feet refuse to move ahead.
A horn behind me honks and shouts,
But I can't tell what it's about.
The signs are swinging in the breeze,
A plastic bag gets caught in trees.
I don't know which way is true,
I'm just a stranger passing through.
The signs are swinging in the breeze,
A plastic bag gets caught in trees.
I feel the pressure in my chest,
I need a sign to point me west.