On the third floor of a hotel
There's a pregnant Flamenco dancer
In the bathtub is a razor
And she's planning her great escape
But in a way she's giving up on herself
But either way she's giving up some of herself

In the backyard there's a small boy
Playing soldier with an Army Ranger
In the front room there's a mother
And to the small boy she's a total stranger
But in a way she's giving up on herself
But either way she's giving up some of herself

Love is only what you give up
Life isn't what you get
Love won't always fill your cup
Life's when you start to live
Life's when you learn to give

When I leave here I'm gonna go home
To the small boy and that Flamenco dancer
Leave the guitars in the spotlight
I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans
But in a way I'm giving up some of myself
But in a way isn't that what it's about?
But in a way I'm giving up some of myself
Isn't that what it's about?

Love is only what you give up
Life isn't what you get
Love won't always fill your cup
Life's when you start to, life's when you start to live
Isn't that what it's about?