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

In the bathtub is 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

But 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

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

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

But 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