The Forked Road

You can go Out on your own
They can take
That forked road
Oh, I’ll fill those shoes
I tried out all their moves (?)
God, I’m trapped
I’m on the Moon
I’m the master pretender
I’m wearing his face
I’m wearing his ring
All hail the king
You don’t know
What I’m yet to be Oh, you’ll see
Paving is laid
On that forked road
I’ll take your coat
Then I’ll take your cane