I was with a friend at the sale barn sitting on some hay
As the big bull ran into the ring my mind drifted away
The torture returned as I watched her leaving with our childThe drop to the depths of that pit was crushing and wild
My troubles all flash before my eyes as my own fate swings
I recall the scene that the fork in the stream of life brings
Then suddenly I realized I held you tight last night
We worked our troubles out and everything′s alright
Like bulls in the ring my fate was swinging out of control
It was lucky for me that fate took me where I needed to go
So be careful when your life stream is destroying everything
Choose the right path that the fork in the stream of life brings
As the fork in the stream of life looms and fate swings to choose
I see the words on the bidders cap Big John's steak and booze
Then I hear a bid from a man whose shirt reads, Bob′s cattle farm
Think of the contrast in that bull's fate there in that barn
As the fork in the stream of life looms and fate leaves its touch
The bull will be a sire for one man's herd or be eaten for lunch
It′s another scene that the fork in the stream of life brings
