There is a river inside of me, A tide of problem waters. It's sometimes wild, then it's sometimes mean, Sometimes it is my remedy. There is a fire inside of me, A coal of burning passion. The spark of hope that will lit diffused, Will also share the light. Sometimes I'm weary, I worry about everything. Being different tomorrow, but baby Tonight belongs to us. Ohh... ooh... A howling storm tears my soul apart And also soothes my fever. The change of winds no one can foresee. Not even you or me. Sometimes I'm weary, I worry about everything. Being different tomorrow, but baby Tonight belongs to us. The hands of time holds a mystery A secret lost in the future. And No one knows. no one holds the key To how it feels once we're there. Will there be faith in a million years? Will there be love just like ours? Will they still laugh when they share the tears? I guess we'll never know. Sometimes I'm weary, I worry about everything. Being different tomorrow, but baby Tonight belongs to us. Hmm... ooh I worry About everything, being different tomorrow But baby tonight belongs to us, to us, ooh hmm Baby tonight belongs to us. Ohh... ooh...