It takes a lot of going nowhere, until you find it's not about the place
It takes a lot of being no one, until you find it's not about the face

It takes a lot of birth and death, until you ask who's really in control
It takes a lot of love and pain, until you learn the art of letting go
Let go go go go

It takes a lot of hurtful thoughts, until you tame the jerk inside your head
It takes a lot of feeling lost, until you find you're always where you're led

It takes a lot of broken heart to wonder why we get what we've got
But we get what we've got and when it comes to Heart, my friend, you've got a lot