On the third floor of the hotel there's a pregnant Flamenco dancer

In the bathtub with a razor and she's planning her great escape



In a way she's giving up on herself, whoooa

Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoooa



In the backyard there's a small boy playing soldiers with an army ranger

In the front room there's a mother to the small boy,

She's a total stranger

In a way she's giving up on herself, whoooa

Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoooa



Love is only what you give up

Life isn't what you get

Love won't always fill your cup

But life's when you start to live

Life's when you learn to give



When I leave here I'm going to go to the small boy

And that flamenco dancer

Leave the guitar and the spotlight I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans



In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoooa

In a way isn't that what it's about, whoooa



In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoooa

Whoooa, oh whoooa, oh whoooa

Isn't that what it's about



Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa, whoooa, no no noo

Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa,



Isn't that what it's about

Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa

Isn't that what it's about