Which Way From Here

I've got minutes to decide.
Do I step into the note, or follow where you're going?
One choice keeps me safe, the other keeps me hoping.
Every second pulls me closer to what I might be throwing.
Which way from here?
Which way from here?
Which way from here?
You met me at a party, we talked until the dawn.
Now we're standing at the crossing,
And my certainty is gone.
I can picture my apartment, all the habits I've arranged.