In a way

On the third floor of the hotel
There's a pregnant flamenco dancer
In the bathtub there's a razor
And she's planning a 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 soldiers with an army ranger
In the front room there's a mother
And to the small boy she's a total stranger

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
Love is only what you give up
Life's when you learn to give

The Walk...