Happiness, more or less. It's just a change in me, something in my liberty. Happiness, coming and going. I watch you look at me, watch my fever growing. I know just where I am.But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn? But how many corners do I have to turn? All the love I have is in my mind? How many times do I have to learn? Well I'm a lucky man with fire in my hands. Something in my own place. I'm standing naked smiling...I feel no disgrace. Happiness, with who I am.