I might have been a singer
Who sailed around the world

A gambler who wins milions
And spent it all on girls

I might have been a poet
Who walked upon the moon

A scientist who would tell the world
I discovered something new

I might have loved a king
Been the one to enter war

A criminal who drinks champain
And never could be caught

But among your books
Among your clothes
Among the noise and fuss
I've let it go

I can't stop and catch my breath
And look no further, for hapiness
And I will not turn again
'Cause my heart, has found its home

Everyone I'll never meet
And the friends I won't now make
The adventures that they could have been
And the risks I'll never take

But among your books
Among your clothes
Among your noise and fuss
I've let it go

I can't stop and catch my breath
And look no further, for hapiness
And I will not turn again
'Cause my heart, has found its home