When you ride in hundred miles
And you don't know where to go
Sometimes you'd lose, hm, your direction
You're flying high, you're falling low
You ride against to burn down slow
Never know which way is right or wrong

Sometimes you take the road to heaven
And you never see an angel flying low
Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell
Where the devil is dealing with your soul
Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road
Remember what a wise man told
Man, you're standing down the crossroads
You were always on your own

Sometimes you're running out of water
Out of whiskey, out of fun
Sometimes you're flying high
Feels like you can kiss the sky
Another day you'd lose all you got

Sometimes you take the road to heaven
And you never see an angel flying low
Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell
Where the devil is dealing with your soul
Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road
Remember what a wise man told
Man, you're standing down the crossroads
You were always on your own

Sometimes you're running out of water
Out of whiskey, out of luck
Sometimes you win a round
The fight before you hit the ground
Another day you'd lose all you got

Sometimes you take the road to heaven
And you never see an angel flying low
Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell
Where the devil is dealing with your soul
Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road
Remember what a wise man told
Man, you're standing down the crossroads
You were always on your own

Sometimes you take the road to heaven
And you never see an angel flying low
Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell
Where the devil is dealing with your soul
Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road
Remember what a wise man told
Man, you're standing down the crossroad
You were always on your own...