Big New World - Steve Forbert

What a big new world —

Is it all this tall?

Shelves in the den

And the fan blades that spin

Seem far away;

On my hands and knees

I can crawl the hall,

Wide open door

To the warm carpet floor

Says, «Please come through.»

When I’m alone and in my room

And lights are low,

I want some more of all those things

That make time go;

I like the strange and changing

Daytime sights and sounds

And I like that ev’ning fun

When everyone’s around.

In the pots and pans

I enjoy myself;

Food I’ll consume

If I hold my own spoon

In my own way.

When I’m alone and in my room

And lights are low,

I want some more of all those things

That make time go;

I like the strange and changing

Daytime sights and sounds

And I like that ev’ning fun

When everyone’s around.

Let me laugh with you,

Toss me high and smile;

Sleep — what a bore,

What’s the point?

What’s it for?

And why so soon?

When I’m alone and in my room

And lights are low,

I want some more of all those things

That make time go;

I like the strange and changing

Daytime sights and sounds

And I like that ev’ning fun

When everyone’s around.

Oh la, la, la, etc.

What a big new world.