Walking down a road I know, not quite sure where to go

Have I been here before, i'm not quite sure

Tracing my roots while dragging my feet along the floor

I could turn left, check the old town and see what's left

Grab a place to stay, grab a whiskey or two on the way

Meet a nice girl and take her out to see the world

But I might get stuck, stranded and out of luck

Freedom is a strange thing, never sure whether your here or there

Might settle down with a ring, soon as Im not walking around in nowhere

I could turn right

Quiet little village to spend the night

I could live on a feeling

Hang memories from the ceiling

Fall asleep and watch my life go by

Or get up and choose a different way around

Maybe I'll go straight on,

Sleep around and set up home

Alot of fun but not much of a life

But then again neithers settling down with a wife

Too much of a cliche

So maybe I'll just be on my way

Say goodbye to these friends who weren't faithful

Now I'm heading back, heavy rucksack scarring my back

Along this dusty road

The familiarity feels cold

Make my way back to the middle of this crossroad

Freedom is a strange thing

Never sure whether your here or there

Sick of being stuck in the middle of nowhere