There must be more to life than this How do we cope in a world without love Mending all those broken hearts And tending to those crying faces There must be more to life than living There must be more than meets the eye Why should it be just a case of

There must be a better world somewhere Oh yes, I know Sometimes I wonder Just what am I fighting for? I win some battles But I always lose the war I keep right on stumblin' In this no-man's land out here

And the way you look tonight. Some day, when I'm awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you... Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, With each word

And for your love I would do anything Just to see the smile upon your face For your love I would go anywhere Just you tell me and I'll be right there All the gold in all the world Is nothing to possess If all the things that it can bring

Free me from this world Can you free me There's none left for you or for me And free me We don't belong here It was a mistake imprisoning our souls Once I hoped To seek the new and unknown

I open my eyes, each morning I rise To find the truth I know that is there It's my freedom I'm lucky to breathe, I'm lucky to feel, I'm glad to wake up, I'm glad to be here With all of this world, and all of it's pain, All of it's lies, and all of its

We got more than enough But there's one thing there's just not enough of Enough sun to make the whole world bright Here, here in this world Where do we go Where can we turn When we need some love It seems that love just can't be found Where, where do we

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

Just waiting, just waiting Nothing can hurt me today There's a magic inside Just waiting to burst out That will melt tomorrow I woke up stronger than ever Driven by big waves of fire To run and yell all the way The world is a goldmine

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see