If you choose to go
There's a street outside my windowThere's a light outside my doorThere's a road straight through this old townThere's a boat on every shore
There's a promise down that freewayBut there is no guaranteeThere are dreams on every oceanThere are storms on every sea
If you choose to go
Now I've been out upon that oceanSometimes further that beforeSometimes not even past my waistlineAnd I screamed at what I saw
Many times along that freewayReturning sometimes beatThere are dreams on every oceanThere are storms on every sea
If you choose to go,If you choose to goPlenty of places, plenty of things to seeIf you choose to goPlenty of faces, plenty of ways to beIf you choose to go