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

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

There's no way I'm going to make it
No way I'm going to 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

(Chorus)

Now no one else
Could ever do
What you do when you do it
You know 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

Never going to make it
Never going to win
Never