Put my whistle to the wind, there’s naught another ‘round
Divided is the road I’m on, my choice shall prove profound
“Go left,” says he, “Go right!” says she
The demons, they’ve misled
I ask “which way?”
“That way!” They say
And so I point my sled
Every choice we make is a decision in our head
A string of choices, such is life, that’s all until we’re dead
When these choices come to you, what ever will you say?
Will you take the high road out or will you run away?
Make the choices that they love, My Lord you’re looking great
Undermine the ones they want and soon you will find hate
Treat the people as you would yourself, and you’ll find fame
They’ll sing your praises, call you King, in everything but name
How the World Should Work 