whatever happened to predictably
the milkman, the paperboy, the evening tv
you miss your old familiar friends, but
waiting just around the bend
everywhere you look (everywhere)
there’s a heart (there’s a heart)
a hand to hold on to
everywhere you look (everywhere)
there’s a face of somebody who needs you
when your lost out there and your all alone
your ride is waiting to carry you home
everywhere you look
