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 the freeway
But there is no guarantees
There are dreads on every ocean
There are storms on every sea
If you choose to go
Now I've been out upon that ocean
Sometimes not even past my waistline
And I screamed at what I saw
Many times along that freeway
Returning sometimes beat
Ah there are dreams out on that 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