Big World, Big World
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Those rolling plains, those grassy hills
Those hundred thousand dollar bills
Those ladies and those men who play those games
Those once familiar friends who aren’t the same
Well it’s a big world
And my eyes are open wide
And I’m trying to figure out
I’m trying to find…
Serenity and peace which my heart seeks
But the truth is in the eyes of the meek
Those skyscrapers, that rusty sink
Those beat-up bars where everybody drinks
Those thoughts and those clouds in the sky
Those teardrops that you feel when those clouds cry
Well it’s a big world
And my eyes are open wide
And I’m trying to figure out
I’m trying to find…
Another way to say just how I feel
But the truth is I don’t think that anything is real
Those born to dance, those born to sing
Those like me who can’t do anything
Those evil and those good who just don’t care
Those places with those faces in the air
Well it’s a big world
And my eyes are open wide
And I’m trying to figure out
I’m trying to find…
A place where I can stay rent-free
But the truth is I don’t think there’s any place for me
Those sunlit eyes, that blonde bouquet
Those days that make you feel a certain way
Those walks and those talks that inspire
Those who fall in love with someone they admire
Well it’s a big world
And my eyes are open wide
And I’m trying to figure out
I’m trying to find…
A way to carry on, to make it through
But the truth is all I want to do
Is walk and talk and kiss and smile
And lay together for a while
Yeah the truth is all I want to do
Is carry you
Carry you
Yeah the truth is all I want to do
Is carry you
Carry you
Copyright 2008 Joe Dickinson