I am faced with a forked path And a crippling choice One treads through the woods With the mighty oak The other flows through The folds of the flat lands And seas of green I could stay my course or stand alone On the plains I will be seen The birds will flock to me But I have have always known The woods are where the tallest trees are grown I was born with this tug of war Inside of me I've felt the pull of what Could come to be My feet are loose My legs are strong And all for vanishing An old world faith That also follows dreams On the plains I will be seen The birds will flock to me But I have always known The woods are where the tallest trees are grown This is how it ends It's one for this The other one I fear So hold me here On the plains I will be seen The birds will flock to me But I have always known The woods are where the tallest trees are grown