Crossroads

Lyrics

I pulled off where the roads divide,
turned the engine off.
For once there was no place to be,
no one left to call.

There’s a photograph above the dash,
a boy of seventeen.
An old guitar across his knees,
a head full of impossible dreams.

I used to know what kept him up,
what made him feel alive.
Now I turn the picture over
when I take another drive.

I’ve spent so long being someone
everybody else could lean upon.
Tonight I need to ask that boy
where he thought we would have gone.

CROSSROADS!
I’m still here, I’m still alive!
There’s a road I haven’t taken,
there’s a dream I haven’t tried.

CROSSROADS!
I’ve still got these hands to play.
I can’t bring back all the years,
but I can give this one a song.

Oh-oh, I’m still alive!
Oh-oh, there’s still time!
Here at the crossroads,
the next turn is mine.

I called an old friend late last week,
we hadn’t talked in years.
He laughed about the nights we played
for half a room and a round of beers.

He asked me if I still had it,
that guitar with the broken case.
I said, “It’s somewhere in the spare room.”
Then I couldn’t find much else to say.

I went home and pulled it out,
sat there picking through the rust.
And somewhere in a half-remembered song,
I heard the two of us.

CROSSROADS!
I’m still here, I’m still alive!
There’s a road I haven’t taken,
there’s a dream I haven’t tried.

CROSSROADS!
I’ve still got these hands to play.
I can’t bring back all the years,
but I can give this one a song.

Oh-oh, I’m still alive!
Oh-oh, there’s still time!
Here at the crossroads,
the next turn is mine.

I don’t need to be that boy again,
sleeping on somebody’s floor.
I wouldn’t trade the life I’ve lived
to be seventeen once more.

But I miss the way he meant it
when he said, “One day you’ll see.”
I think I owe him something
for still believing in me.

I set the picture facing forward.
I let the engine turn.
There’s an old friend waiting somewhere,
and a song we haven’t learned.

CROSSROADS!
I’m still here, I’m still alive!
There’s a road I haven’t taken,
there’s a dream I haven’t tried.

CROSSROADS!
I’ve still got these hands to play.
I can’t bring back all the years,
but I can give this one a song.

Oh-oh, I’m still alive!
Oh-oh, there’s still time!
Here at the crossroads,
the next turn is mine.

I’m still here!
I’m still alive!
Here at the crossroads,
the next turn is mine.

I pulled up just after midnight.
He was waiting by the door.
Two guitars upon the table.
We played until our hands were sore.