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 But in a way She's giving up on herself, whoa But either way She's giving up some of herself, whoa 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, whoa But either way She's giving up some of herself, whoa 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 gonna go home To the small boy and that flamenco dancer Leave the guitars and the spotlight I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans But in a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoa But in a way Isn't that what it's about, whoa But in a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoa Whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa Isn't that what it's about Oh whoa, oh whoa (love is only what you give up) Whoa, no no no (life isn't what you get) Oh whoa, oh whoa (love won't always fill your cup) Isn't that what's it's about (life's when you start, life's when you start to give) Oh whoa, oh whoa (life's when you learn to live) Isn't that what it's about