He's going to where I'll end up. Did you hit a fork in the road? Spoonful of sugar is breaking your back. Knife come to cut the heavy load, Though it severs, give him some slack. He's going to where I'll end up. Time to travel on the black ford through dark waters, The wind on your back. Waves flowing gently nevermore, Pray for lights attack. He's going to where I'll end up. You might say to yourself I would never, When you're thinking out loud it's forever