Everybody grab the highest star
Makes no difference who or what you are
And every song he hears another lullaby

The dog is barking and the sheets are cold
Even the guy out on the street he knows
Love can make or break the heart of any Joe

There's no way I'm gonna make it
No way I'm gonna win
I can almost hear the sad goodbyes
Now what should I do, I'm losing myself in you

There's a palace in the south of France
Where only the lonely people learn to dance
Leave 'em laughing if you got half a chance

Memories make you what you never are
Find your heaven in the corner bar
Then music makes you dream
You're not so far from home

There's no way I'm gonna make it
No way I'm gonna win
I can almost hear the sad goodbyes
Now what should I do, I'm losing myself in you

Now no else could ever do
What you do when you're doing
No, there's nothing to it
No, there's nothing to it
No, there's nothing to it

There's no way I'm gonna
There's no way I can
I can almost hear the sad goodbyes
Now what should I do
I'm losing, losing, losing
I'm losing myself

Never gonna make it
Never gonna win, never
Never gonna make it
Never gonna win, never

Never gonna make it
Never gonna win, never

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Stephen Bishop