Crossroads (Whiskey Rebels)

Your anguished screams in agony Your tortured sobs so unsettling Broken faith that tortures me Your heart left beating, bleeding on the street Never got to say goodbye to you Never got to live my life through you Never saw my father cry till you died A piece of me died too. with you All that's left are memories of the good times and the legacies Stole from my family Your heart left beating, bleeding on the street Crossroads, at the crossroads see you at the crossroads, crossroads!