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 (In Portuguese) E onde a sorte ha de te levar, saiba o caminho e o fim mais que chegar E quiera o dia ser, gentil a tua mao, aberta pra quem e In time, I'll belong to you, it's how it's meant to be, and how it's always been