It's a bright and sunny day, but I don't feel that way.
I feel like such a fool for
staying stuck inside of this gloom,
but what else can I do? I'm still
hung up on her,
so I go out for a run. I just
keep running from
opening up to embrace all the
changes in my life;
but the rhythm of my footsteps
sets my heart at ease,
and you never know what you might
come across on a friendly neighborhood street.
Spontaneous joy might arise. You
might be caught by surprise...
C* G F C :|| (8x)
...by
big bubbles bursting with the
laughter
of little children in the park,
bright
rays of light
shimmering
through the dark.
C* G / F Am G - / C* G /
F G C -
This old world can bring me down.
There's a lot of heavy shit going round,
so I try to appreciate life's
little gifts along the way:
tomatoes ripening on the vine, an
occasional glass of wine,
a warm smile passing by, clear
and starry nights,
my morning cup of coffee, a bear
that's crisp and hoppy,
dark chocolate rich and creamy, a
hot shower soothing and steamy,
soft rain against my skin,
shelters from the wind,
a lover's tender embrace, so many
things like these.
They're
like big bubbles bursting
with
the laughter of little children in the park,
bright
rays of light shimmering away the dark.
We might be tempted to put the
things we love up on a shelf,
to keep them away from everybody
else,
but the life they contain would
quickly fade away.
The change would be drastic. Our
love would turn to plastic.
Don't give me plastic bubbles.
I get no return from them.
They don't have the right float
or iridescent spin.
They'll never quench my thirst
without that effervescent burst.
Give
me big bubbles bursting
with
the laughter of little children in the park,
bright
spheres of light
flashing
and passing like a spark.