Speaking of journeys There's this road ahead That I've come to a fork in And now I dread The decision...... Or should I say, the indecision of the separation, the division in this road cause one road is paved with gold and the other, a possible dead end a path only for the bold I said I wouldn't ever return but yet here, I stand So since you hold the key that opens the promised land I ask you, Will I end up on that road again? You know the path I speak of The path that makes women afraid of men, for fear of having their tails kicked to the curb... So tell me... Will I End up On that Road Again? That road That street Where lover's hearts dare to meet The one that left me... in defeat I said I wouldn't I thought I couldn't And the good Lord knows, I shouldn't But here I am... I mean, a head's up would be nice Just a hint, perhaps, some advice You know, since you have to think about it more than...thrice Tell me.... Will I End Up On That Road Again? Tell me baby.... Will I?