Crossroads

Sitting on a crossroads with a pencil in your hand

Writing songs about whatever and what if

The words don't make a sentence and the tune don't make a rhyme

It's all a game to you, just passing time

You can write a love song and you can play it well

You can make us think you've things to tell

And you can steal the meaning and you can steal the song

You can make us think there's nothing wrong

So carry on, carry on, carry on, you can write your song

So carry on, carry on, carry on, I will sing along