Drink a drop of hope and watch it grow inside,
Plant a seed of happiness and pesticide the pride.
With the grieving comes the mourning,
With the mourning comes the sun.
Warm talk by a drafty window
Camera flashes lighting moments
Saturday night in a city of sound and lights
And loving every minute of this short life
And it's a great night for me to fall in love with who I am
To embrace my beauty before anyone else can
If I could write words with this cigarette smoke,
I'd have a novel.
If I could cash this reality check,
I would be a millionaire.
And If I could save all our time in a bottle,
I would still be very thirsty.