Crossroads

Crossroads. Waiting at the crossroads, waiting for the daemon in his car, Strive for perfection, that time when I'm playing guitar, One day I'll be playing Delta Blues in a bar. Many a soul has gone and trod this track, Strode up to the one, ready to make their pact, Make up for things, their life seemed to have lacked. Thirst a plenty, the minds set out to win, Hush the fear, as night now closes in, There's more in this world, I'd really call a sin. What of others, alone at home asleep? Roam their minds, in dreams now they leap, Trust in God, for their souls to keep. He hands the paper, to the man unwaged, Stroll in the park, for one who's now is caged, Uneasy choice, the people all have aged. Rip against a system, thats all we really can do, Signed in blood, contract signed by a few, There are hardly any choices, anyone gives to you. I volunteered my soul, to stop me from going insane, Strife's an illusion, what is there really to gain? I am lonely once more, left with my heartache and pain. Go to my children, asleep while singing this song, Bled from their future, What is it they have done wrong? The truth is: I just want to belong. Waiting at the crossroads, waiting for the daemon in his car, Strive for perfection, that time when I'm playing guitar, One day I'll be that Delta blues playing star.