Winding Road
On life's winding road a man can lose his vision
and pass right by his destiny with the wrong decision.
The key to fame and fortune is knowing where and when;
knowing when to shoot straight and knowing when to bend.
History is filled with fools and sprinkled with great men.
Great men learn by their mistakes and fools rush in again.
The wise man lives with principles he will not compromise.
The fool keeps chasing rainbows that only cloud his eyes.
One man can call medicine what another man call's poison.
Whiskey can warm one man, drown another and destroy him.
On this winding road of life a man makes his own choice.
He can talk in hazy whispers or speak strong in a clear voice.
We're all a drop of water in this river we call life.
Some live by the written word and some live by the knife.
There's black and yellow red and white, Christians and Jews.
Each man has his cross to bear and each must pay his dues.
And what of the road not taken that each of us has seen?
Did it host a nightmare or hold a precious dream?
Once we've passed it by it seems to disappear.
When opportunity is knocking how many of us hear?
When we come into this life we know not what it holds.
Some heart's have a rusty seam and some are sown with gold.
But one thing is for certain in life's haphazard game.
We come into this world alone and leave it just the same.