We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
I've been here so long,
Maybe I should runaway,
Try to find a summer day,
What is love,
Love is pain,
Love is butterflies and stomach aches,
Love is looking out a windowpane, tears dripping looking like you're in the rain,
For someone you don't even know but for somebody you may never see again,