... Sometimes I wonder how my life would be. Each day when I wake up with you next to me. In this world we created. I found my soul mate. Is it coincidence or is it fate. Just a philosophy up to debate. If it's early or late. The odds are just too great. And when I think of where the road has come. And if I took a different one. When I think of where it might have lead. And what we did instead. Which way, Robert Frost? Without her I would be lost. Yeah. Sometimes the world is a dream that we make. Full of the metaphors of Chaucer and Blake. The mysterious soul of Edgar Allan Poe. When I think of where the road has come. And if I took a different one. When I think of where it might have lead. And what we did instead. Which way, Robert Frost? Without her I would be lost. Which way, Robert Frost? Without her I would be... Lost. Robert Frost. Robert Frost... END