| 作词 : Rea | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Rea | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Rea | |
| 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 |