A Little Bit Of Everything.

With his back against the San Francisco traffic On the bridges side that faces towards the jail Setting out to join a demographic He hoists his first leg up over the rail And a phone call is made, police cars show up quickly The sergeant slams his passenger door He says, "Hey son why don't you talk through this with me? Just tell me what you're doing it for" "Oh, it's a little bit of everything It's the mountains, it's the fog It's the news at six o'clock It's the death of my first dog" "It's the angels up above me It's the song that they don't sing It's a little bit of everything" There's an older man who stands in a buffet line He is smiling and he's holding out his plate And the further he looks back into his timeline That hard road always led him to today Making up for when his bright future had left him Making up for the fact his only son is gone And letting everything out once, his server asks him "Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?" I want a little bit of everything The biscuits and the beans Whatever helps me to forget about The things that brought me to my knees So pile on those mashed potatoes And an extra chicken wing I'm having a little bit of everything Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall Her man says, "Baby, can I make an observation? You don't seem to be having any fun at all" She said, "You just worry about Your groomsmen and your shirt-size And rest assured that this is making me feel good" I think that love is so much easier than you realize If you can give yourself to someone, then you should Cause it's a little bit of everything The way you choke, the way you ache It is waking up before you So I can watch you as you wake So in the day in late September It's not some stupid little ring I'm giving a little bit of everything Oh, it's a little bit of everything It's the matador and the bull It's the suggested daily dosage It is the red moon when it's full All these psychics and these doctors They're all right and they're all wrong It's like trying to make out every word When they should simply hum along It's not some message written in the dark Or some truth that no one's seen It's a little bit of everything