there are two ways home down one long road
one clear path to two conclusions
does the story end, or never end?
does the secret fade, or is it everlasting?
I could return to my mother like nothing has happened
live like an imposter for six long years
turn seventeen, then good girl Winnie Foster
drinks from the vial and her past disappears
there are two ways home down one long road
one clear path to two conclusions
does the story end, or never end?
does the secret fade, or is it everlasting?
or I put the Tucks behind me, and pull up the anchor
ride the wheel plenty, for all that it's worth
turn seventeen, then eighteen, then twenty
for a life is the greatest wonder on earth
can I, should I, do I drink?
can I, should I, will I drink?
there are two ways home down one long road
one clear path to two conclusions
does the story end, or never end?
does the secret fade, or is it everlasting?
is it everlasting?
