I could be sitting in some high-rise tower
I could be pulling strings and wielding power
But that just isn't me
I know I'd rather be
With you
With you
 
By now I could have been a millionaire
But then I'd just be playing solitaire
I find the rich man's fiction
Won't feed my addiction
To you
To you
 
Different people have different dreams
Different rivers are fed by different streams
 
If this is a race then I am losing ground
But what does it matter compared to what I have found
There's other ways of winning
My life is just beginning
With you
With you
Never knew what I was needing
But every road was leading
To you
To you
 
20 July 1996