He was sixteen, tender and tough
She was too, and he'd do anything to prove his love
With so much riding on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a manHearts caught fire and love ran wild
She cried the day she called to say she was having his child
With so much riding on the choice at hand
The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a manThere's a constant contradiction, what feels good and what feels right
But you live with decisions that you make in your life
And what steers your direction is hard to understand
The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a manNow he drives a diesel out of Dallas, hauling cars out to the coast
It ain't the dream that he remembered, just a few short years ago
But tonight at a truck stop, while drinking a cup
The waitress grins and winks at him and says, "My shift's almost up"