The Next Time Around

One too many goals
That measure out your worth
To seek your weight in gold
Sat by the ivory sill
The further out you look
The further out youll be
Its not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
Though odds are set against
In time, Ill belong to you
Its how its meant to be
Settled on your own
Sweeping dust from stones
With a letter home
Back where the hours long
The simplest things invite a thrill
If just by noticing at will
Its not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
Its how its always been
E onde a sorte h謾de te levar
Saiba, o caminho 茅o fim, mais que chegar
E queira o dia ser gentil
脿tua mao aberta pra quem 茅
In time, Ill belong to you
Thats how its meant to be
And how its always been