It’s a little bit of something

It’s a little bit of somewhere

It’s a little bit of someone

Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’

There’s a little boy waitin’
And he’s holding on tight.
His open eyelids failin’
Him before the day’s first light.

There’s three men waitin’
They’re walking all night.
By the end of the page
They’re dazed, praising what’s
Before their eyes.

A young woman is wakin’

Each night with a fright.

Her room she’s pacin’

Facing fears about her own little life.

There’s an old man waitin’.

Pots o’ tea all night.

He’s alone in the country

Without company, or sugar or sight.

There’s a little bit of anger
There’s a little bit of pain
There’s a little bit of loving
Smoothing over us all
And bringing us back again

It’s a little bit of something

It’s a little bit of somewhere

It’s a little bit of someone

Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’