30

Look at the beautiful thing I caught with my little hand And have your beautiful soul Teach me 'bout letting it go I'm on the top of the world Here on the top of your shoulder It's such a beautiful view My voice is letting you know Mama, I made it to 30 I'm clean now but I still feel dirty I'm washed up, but the waves will carry me home Once I decided where I'm from And if I make it to 40 Ooh ooh Will what I have done by then do it for me Or will it bore me Oh please don't let it bore me No more For surely there's more Surely there's more Surely there's more Surely there's more Surely there's more Surely there's more