Mud Season

Mud Season

Whatever I choose is anyone’s guess

I could stay east or head out west

I’m feeling duress

I don’t need this stress

And I’m stuck in the mud at a fork in the road

Either way I go, I carry the same load

Looking for frogs and finding all the toads

I got nowhere to go

But farther down the road

The world is mine

I’ve got nothing to lose

Greener pastures are always there to choose

Looks like I’m gonna need my hiking shoes

It gives me the blues

And I’m stuck in the mud at a fork in the road

Either way I go, I carry the same load

Looking for frogs and finding all the toads

I got nowhere to go

But farther down the road

Why wouldn’t you hear me speak?

It didn’t make you think

I told you what I needed

And now I’m just depleted

And now I’m just depleted

I got nowhere to go

But farther down the road

It’s all a muddied mess