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