A Little Bit of Everything (Live from An Evening With Dawes) Dawes

With his back against the San Francisco traffic
On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail
Setting out to join a demographic
He hoists his first leg up over the rail

A phone call's 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 еverything"

There's an oldеr 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?"