In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life for yourself
But it all comes down to the way you help
And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt
Your hopes
Your dreams
Your everything
Well mama I hope
I dream that you won't leave
And I have a question
What is love?
What is love, love?
Is it giving up?
Cause that's not how you raised me
In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way she thinks
And I know you work hard everyday
But it all comes down to the way you're paid
And I know you're oh so sorry, dad
And I truly believe that you're a better man
All the love you come home everyday
To your hopes
Your dreams
Your everything
Well daddy I hope
I dream that you won't leave
And I have a question
What is love?
What is love, love?
Is it giving up?
Cause that's not how you raised me
What is love?
What is love, love?
See I don't know anymore
I used to look up to the love
(Sweet)