Another town. Another stage. Another book. I turn the page. In a world of restlessness and rage, I hope reality Don't get the best of me.
When there's love At your fingertips, And the whole world Wants to kiss your lips. When there's love, When there's love At your fingertips, The magic goes away.
Another heart That had to break. Another hook Caught in the lake. Is it all for something or someone's sake? Why does reality Have such a hold on me?