Idioma Origen:
Ten cans on rattling pavement
Confetti scattered everywhere
She falls asleep in the seat beside me
Grass caught up in her hair
I don't mind it, I keep driving, flying on these wheels of steel
A bit anxious, a bit nervous
The moments all that we can feel
If fall is the soul of the engine
And wine is the drink of the gods
Forgiveness the road to redemption
Faith can still beat the odds
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl
Cause love is the heart of the world
I leave him sleeping as I rise early
Always up before the dawn
The house is dark, but I see clearly
Kettle sings a morning song
The bacon's frying, babies crying
I soak up the sights and sounds
Minutes turn to days and I wish that I could slow it down
If grease is the soul of the kitchen
And coffee the drink of the gods
Routine to perfect to mention
Time is a thief I would rob
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
I'll never not be your girl
Cause love is the heart of the world
Oh, and hope is the soul of the dreamer
And heaven is the home of my God
It only takes on true believer
To believe you can still beat the odds
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl (I'll never not be your girl)
Cause love is the heart, love is the heart,
Love is the heart of the world
Idioma Destino:
Ten cans on rattling pavement
Confetti scattered everywhere
She falls asleep in the seat beside me
Grass caught up in her hair
I don't mind it, I keep driving, flying on these wheels of steel
A bit anxious, a bit nervous
The moments all that we can feel
If fall is the soul of the engine
And wine is the drink of the gods
Forgiveness the road to redemption
Faith can still beat the odds
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl
Cause love is the heart of the world
I leave him sleeping as I rise early
Always up before the dawn
The house is dark, but I see clearly
Kettle sings a morning song
The bacon's frying, babies crying
I soak up the sights and sounds
Minutes turn to days and I wish that I could slow it down
If grease is the soul of the kitchen
And coffee the drink of the gods
Routine to perfect to mention
Time is a thief I would rob
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
I'll never not be your girl
Cause love is the heart of the world
Oh, and hope is the soul of the dreamer
And heaven is the home of my God
It only takes on true believer
To believe you can still beat the odds
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl (I'll never not be your girl)
Cause love is the heart, love is the heart,
Love is the heart of the world