Let's hit the road and throw out the map
Wherever we go, we won't look back
'Cause we're going places and we're going there fast
And let's move to Paris and get ourselves a loft
Let's live in squalor, and spend all cost
Let's throw caution to the wind and start over again
Think how many doors we'll open
Just as many stars are shining
Who knows where we're going
Who knows what we'll find
I want to see the world
The way I see a world with you . . .
