Whatever happened to predictability
The milkman, the paperboy, the evening TV
How did I get delivered here
Somebody tell me, please
This old world's confusing me

With clouds as mean as you've ever seen
Ain't a bird who knows your tune
Then a little voice inside you whispers
"Kid, don't sell your dreams so soon"

Everywhere you look
Everywhere you look
Therе's a heart
A hand to hold onto
Everywherе you look
Everywhere you look
There's a face
Of somebody who needs you
Everywhere you look

When you're lost out there
And you're all alone
A light is waiting
To carry you home
Everywhere you look
Doop-a-dee-ba-ba-dow