I got rhythm .. I got music! Who could ask for more? But sometimes I feel like an island in the sea .. alone, alone, where the cold and nameless storms run free. Brave, the seed that roots and flowers in me. I dreamed the sea wrote my name deep in the stone. And loud with gulls, how the bright September wind called me home. In a song where the sun and shadow are one. And I got rhythm .. I got music! Who could ask for more? Ask for more.