I have... and what I have, love and faith will help me keep.
I feel like... when you're not here, the wind can't blow, outside maybe but not inside of me...
I came... with nothing packed, just the clothes on my back and this song is my cure, my vitamin for stayin' alive.
I came back... and if you're far away I'll put on the brake when you pass by close to me.
A rumba song taught me this, the secret isn't in the grave, it's in being alive
and giving all you've got, I forgot to walk slow and hurt my feet.
I won't sing what I don't know, just what I know down to the very bottom like the wine I drank to the last drop
and before getting wasted I'll drink a toast, looking into your eyes, and I'll shout, the secret,
it's the love
I feel for you.
I have... and what I have, love and faith will help me keep.
I feel like... when you're not here, the wind can't blow, outside maybe but not inside of me...
I came... with nothing packed, just the clothes on my back and this song is my cure, my vitamin for stayin' alive.
I came back... and if you're far away I'll put on the brake when you pass by close to me.
I finished my homework but forgot to bring my binder with me,
in the school of life there's no second chances
so I'm pencil in hand taking notes and keeping quiet, sometimes it's better not to talk,
I learned to hoist the sails, get over being seasick, and break through the waves of living hard,
since whether the glass is half full or half empty, girl, it just depends on you and me.
The richest guy isn't the one with the most stuff but the guy who has something and keeps it
without freezing it or forgetting it in a box
and there's no greater treasure than what you keep in your heart,
not what you've got in your miserable pocket.