Whatever happened to predictability. The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv? How did I get delivered here? Somebody tell me please! This old worlds confusing me. Clouds as mean as you've ever seen. Ain't a bird who knows your tune. Then a little voice inside you whispers, "Don't sell your dreams so soon." Everywhere you look, there's a heart. A hand to hold on to. Everywhere you look, there's a face. Of somebody who needs you. Everywhere you look.