Whatever happened to predictability –
The milkman, the paperboy, 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)
There's a heart (there's a heart)
A hand to hold onto.
Everywhere 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.
Everywhere you look.
Chip-a-dee-ba-ba-dow
* — OST Full House (саундтрек к телесериалу «Полный дом»)