at the crossroads Songtext
von Terence Trent D’Arby

hey, if i′m the one who feels it
then i've got to be the one who deals it
′cause i'm not a second chancer
hey, if i'm the one who takes it
then i′ve got to be the one who breaks it
but until i find my answers,
i′ll surround myself with dancers...

of a certain kind
like most of yours
and some of mine
i hear thunder in a mountain field
at least that's what i feel
and i must go and i must go alone
you can′t call me on a telephone
who knows just what i'll find
i may be wasting time


where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i have to
face it by myself
where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i′ll have to
face it by myself

hey, if i'm the one who chases
all the mirrors that have blurred my faces
then my hat′s off to the races
hey, if i'm the one who's tasted
all the wine and women that i′ve wasted
looking for my answers
and surrounded with my dancers...

of a certain kind
like most of yours
and some of mine
i hear thunder in a mountain field
at least that′s what i feel
and i must go, and i must go alone
you can't call me on a telephone
who knows just what i′ll find
i may be wasting time


where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i'll have to
face it by myself
where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i′ll have to
face it by myself

hey, if i walk through the gravel
of stones at my feet as i travel
staggering like a panther
hey, if i walk through the valleys
through the caravans of broken alleys
looking for my answers
i'll surround myself with dancers...

of a certain kind
like most of yours
and some of mine
i hear thunder in a mountain field
at least that′s what i feel
and i must go, and i must go alone
you can't call me on a telephone
who knows just what i'll find
i may be wasting time

where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i′ll have to
face it by myself
where i find myself
looking for some help
afraid that i have to
face it by myself...