Gotta Love It

Lyrics
Sailing through a sea of hearts In a lonely world Can leave a lot to be desired And all the trouble on the way Can make heaven look Like it's the only fire, but Here we are for better or worse Help me understand Is living here a gift or curse? Tell me, Solomon Don't you think if Job returned He could laugh again? And say what George Bailey learned "It's still a wonderful life" Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, so try Try to savor every moment under heaven Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, oh, yeah Learn to make the most Of all the days we're given And take the bigger picture in You simply gotta love it Bet the angels envy us When we fall in love Or look into a baby's eyes And wonder would they like the chance To be one of us and give up paradise But the cynical do not agree It's illogical The pain outweighs the ecstasy But it's ironical Something lies within the soul Beyond the optical The children of all ages know "It's such a wonderful life" Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, so try Try to savor every moment under heaven Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, oh, yeah Learn to make the most Of all the days we're given And take the bigger picture in You simply gotta love it Here we are for better or worse Help me understand Is living here a gift or curse? Tell me, Solomon Don't you think if Job returned He could laugh again? And say what Mister Bailey learned "It's still a wonderful life" Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, so try Try to savor every moment under heaven Gotta love it, alright Gotta live it, oh, yeah Learn to make the most Of all the days we're given And take the bigger picture in You simply gotta love it Yeah, you gotta love it, oh, yeah Come on and sing it, yeah Gotta love it, gotta live it, oh, yeah Gotta love it, gotta live it, alright Gotta love it, live it, love it, oh, yeah Learn to make the most Of all the days we're given Try to savor every moment under heaven Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
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Credits
- Writers
- Mark Heimermann
- Billy Sprague