Frost saw it all along, but it's just now plain to me Two paths, a yellow wood, and here I stand in greed I'll tie myself in knots, hang myself from a tree I should choose between two birds who've been good at pampering me
Perhaps I'll leave both them birds, it seems possible to me To venture out, let it go, to leave this for memory I did once pen my path, all innocence left out back Traveled down a road of firsts and there sure ain't none left to pack
Cause I'm only twenty-two, it seems possible to do If I was twenty-three, it might just be too late for me But I'm only twenty-two, it seems possible to do To venture out and let it go, to leave this for memory
Right now I want to sail the world and change my course with the wind The current and the down wind, Lord, I sure will factor in But I am sinking in quicksand, my right foot settled in mush Guess while I am stuck here I will call out my own bluffs
Cause I'm only twenty-two, it seems possible to do If I was twenty-three, it might just be too late for me But I'm only twenty-two, it seems possible to do To venture out and let it go, to leave this for memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
