Crossroads

At how many crossroads, have we stood blind?
 How many doorways, passed open wide?
 How many snares won't catch our feet again?
 By design or chance, we'll never know, my friend,
 Just how we make each day's end,
 No - we simply go again.
 (Ooh, go again).
 It's always too late now - too late to change your mind,
 Where with every step, we leave a life behind,
 And if ahead, all paths seem straight and true,
 Who can tell what's best for me and you?
 There's none can know where each could lead us to,
 So we just take a chance and hope to see it through.
 (Just like we always do).
 So you can make your plans,
 But there's no need to run,
 To tomorrow's dawn or from the setting sun.
 Though you and I have seen so many things,
 Who can speak of what tomorrow brings?
 Until we feel the beating of its wings,
 Or until we hear the song tomorrow sings.
 Feel the beating of its wings.
 'Til we hear the song tomorrow sings...
 How many crossroads?
 How many crossroads?
 How many crossroads?