I used to wish my old friends would send me their photos
so I could pretend that they're there sitting next to me
laughing for hours reliving all those memories,
the best kind of history.
Then I stop and see the smiling new faces and
I soon realize that it's not about replacing
who we were or the people that we'll meet,
there's enough room inside for everyone and everything.
How it's supposed to be.
We're all three.
Nowadays
it's the little things that help me
stand up and sing all the words that were
stuck inside through the days and into the night.
All right.
I can hear the sweet simple sound even
when the world tries to drown it out with all
the noise and distracting scenes there's enough
room inside for every note and melody.
How it's supposed to be.
We're all in key.
Please get tough.
Just keep in mind that everybody needs a little help sometimes.
Take both hands and clap in time.
And if they get tired you can rest them in mine.
It's fine.
La la la la
la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.