He was sixteen
tender and tough
She was too
and he'd do anything
to prove his love
With so much riding
on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy
or the wisdom of a man
Hearts caught fire
and love ran wild
She cried the day
she called to say she
was having his child
With so much riding
on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy
or the wisdom of a man
There's a constant
contradiction
what feels good
and what feels right
You live with decisions
that you make
in your life
And what steers your
direction is hard to
understand
The spirit of a boy
or the wisdom of a man
Now he drives a
diesel out of Dallas
hauling cars out
to the coast
It ain't the dream that
he remembered just
a few short years ago
But tonight at a
truckstop
while drinking a cup
The waitress grins
and winks at him
and says "My shift's
almost up."
With so much riding
on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy
or the wisdom of a man
With so much riding
on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy
or the wisdom of a man