Every day we walk, just a wondering and traveling right on down the line,
The destination always unknow, right here in this moment and time.
We travel along each and ever day, truly we are always traveling blind.
Every step we take, traveling down the tracks not knowing what we'll find.
The junction ahead, one track no more, now two tracks they split and wind.
Which way shall we choose, moving forward now, no time to look behind.
One path may leads us somewhere to a place where life will be so kind.
The other may lead us somewhere, a place that's cruel unto your mind.
Go left or go right, we do not know, but there surely must be a sign.
Pointing us in the direction, that we should continue on down the line.