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