I Could

I could be in Turkey, see?
Or on a plane for Spain
A prost, a toast, a trip 'cross coast
Son, I could run through the streets of London
I could make it, break it, take a bite, don't fake it
I could scurry north, south, east or west
I could see it all, don't stop to rest
The road it sprints toward the unknown
Find a new address and call it home
For now it's here, but let's be clear
I could

Two paths diverged in a wood...