Crossroads

[EightLeggedOedipus]

Crossroads
By Hope, Oath and Suspicion
Written by Noah McLaughlin

There he is, map in hand, looking for a landmark
Looking for the right way to go
Because he's got a long history of turning left
When she's not there

There it is, the destination standing like a tower
Looming high far off on the horizon
Because it's got a long history of shining bright
When you're not even looking for it

Over the sea
She's calling to me
And I strain to listen

There he is, a little boy looking for his way
Tries to see the forest for the trees
Because he's got a long history of getting lost
When she's not there

There it is, the straight and narrow path to redemption
Leading through the brambles, leading through the thorns
Because it's a long and lonely road to forgiveness
When she's so far away

Over the sea
She's calling to me
And I strain to listen

No bridge, no sign, no tower
No voice, no breath, no power
No way, no road, no heading
No way, no road, no heading

Over the sea
She's calling to me
And I strain to listen

[jimtyrrell]

Crossroads

i'm standing at the crossroads waiting for a sign
looking for any indication i can find
cause i don't know where to go and everything i try
leads me back to the crossroads looking for a sign

can anybody tell me how to get away
cause i've been here a lifetime and i don't want to stay
but i don't know where to go and everything i try
leads me back to the crossroads looking for a sign

and i never get away never get away never get away
never get away never get away
well i never get away never get away never get away
never get away never get away

i don't know where to go and everything i try
leads me back to the crossroads looking for a sign
i don't know where to go and everything i try
back to the crossroads looking for a sign

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[Nut #2]

Crossroads - The Nutwalls

It was cold in the morning, Tennesee on Christmas Day,
it was then we heard the news, the Union army's on its way.
I was but a but a boy of five, my father then was still alive.
I rember the marching men, I remember the soldiers when

General Forrest came to the Crossroads.
From the north came the Union brigade.
My father told me and mom not to be afraid.
The General's men faught long and hard, but the Union army stayed
at the Crossroads.

When the Union guns fell silent, and Forrest's men had fled,
my father sat me on his knee and sighed and shook his head.
He said "you gotta stand your ground, Son, don't ever run away."
He lived with a broken heart, two years past that day.

Then we buried him at the Crossroads,
lying north to south.
Mamma gave me Daddy's ring, said "You should have this now."
It hangs heavy on my heart, like the memories in this old house
down at Parker's Crossroads.

I'm a man of 37, still living on Daddy's land.
My finger now bears the ring he once wore on his hand.
I'll pass it to my newborn son, when he becomes a man.

Another cold December, Tennesee on Chrismas Day,
The war is raging Over There, my son is on his way.
I'll know he'll do me proud, and never run away.
He'll carry with him Daddy's ring to help him find his way

back to Parker's Crossroads,
Pecan trees and liberty.
Fireflies and moonlit nights,
that sweet soft southern breeze.

Sometimes late at night, I pray again he'll see
Parker's Crossroads.

[deshead]

Crossroads - deshead

Since we're here tonight
we might as well get it all out.
We've gotta figure it all out.
I've got a bottle, and a plan.

Still, we can't agree,
all the lies that mislead us.
We've got a moutain between us.
You've got the bottle in your hand.

• We're standing at the crossroads
  of the way we are and all the things we want to be.
  We can't settle it but I know
  in the sober light of day
  it'll come to me ...

We get a call in life.
We get the chance to be leaders.
We get to shine and believe it
we'd have it any other way.

And we're past our time,
we lost the chance and the moment.
And sure the whole world told us
but what does anybody know?