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.’
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
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.’
