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