The Next Time Around

One too many goals

The measure of your worth

Can sink your weight in gold

Sat by the ivory sill

The further out you look

The further out you'll be

It's not enough to set the terms

If nothing ventured, nothing earned

Though odds are set against

In time

I'll belong to you, it's how it's meant to be

Settled on your own

Sweeping dust from stone

With a letter home

Back where the hour's long

The simplest things invite a thrill

If just by noticing at will

It's not enough to set the terms

If nothing ventured, nothing learned

It's how it's always been

E onde a sorte há de te levar, saiba o caminho é o fim mais que chegar

E queira o dia ser, gentil a tua mão, aberta pra quem é

In time, I'll belong to you

That's how it's meant to be, and how it's always been