There's a street outside my window
There's a light outside my door
There's a road straight through this old town

There's a boat on every shore
There's a promise down that freeway
But there is no guarantee

There are dreams on every ocean
There are storms on every sea


If you choose to go

Now I've been out upon that ocean

Sometimes further that before
Sometimes not even past my waistline
And I screamed at what I saw

Many times along that freeway
Returning sometimes beat
There are dreams on every ocean

There are storms on every sea

If you choose to go


Plenty of places, plenty of things to see
Plenty of faces, plenty of ways to be


If you choose to go