Interstate Move

Darling, when you’re at the crossroads
Don’t double-cross your self
Cross my heart and hope to live
The price is worth the cost.

I packed my life into my car, I
Crossed my fingers, crossed three states:
It never even crossed my mind
To look for what I’d lost.

And now I’m at the crossroads
As a Lazarus tells to me
“Cross my heart and wish to die,
“You’ll be glad you paid the cost.”