I owe my soul to each fork in the road, each misleading sign.
‘Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude can dissolve my sweetest find.
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road, each misleading sign.
‘Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude can dissolve my sweetest find.
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.