A Little Bit Of Everything

E                               A                      E
With his back against the San Francisco traffic,
        B                                               E
On the bridges side that faces towards the jail,
C#m             B              A
Setting out to join a demographic,
E               A              E
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.

        E                       A                      E
And a phone call is made, police cars show up quickly.
B                               E
The sergeant slams his passenger door. 
                C#m             B                      A
He says, "Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
        E                       A      E
Just tell me what you're doing it for."

             C#m        E
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
        C#m
It's the mountains,
        G#m
It's the fog,
        A          E
It's the news at six o'clock,
        B
It's the death of my first dog,
        E               A
It's the angels up above me,
        E                       C#m
It's the song that they don't sing,
        E          A           E
It's a little bit of everything.

E                        A           E
There's an older man who stands in a buffet line,
       B                            E
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
        C#m              B             A
And the further he looks back into his timeline
     E                A            E
That hard road always led him to today,

     E                 A                E
Making up for when his bright future had left him
B                                      E
Making up for the fact his only son is gone,
            C#m                      B           A
And letting everything out once, his server asks him
           E                A             E
"Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?"

         C#m           E
I want a little bit of everything
    C#m              G#m
The biscuits and the beans

         A            E
Whatever helps me to forget about
                B
The things that brought me to my knees

        E                A
So pile on those mashed potatoes
       E           C#m
And an extra chicken wing
             E             A          E
I'm having a little bit of everything

E                               A              E
Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
        B                                       E
To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
C#m             B              A
Her man says, "Baby, can I make an observation?
E               A              E
You don't seem to be having any fun at all."

        E                       A                      E
She said, "You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
B                               E
And rest assured that this is making me feel good."
                C#m             B                      A
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
        E                       A                      E
If you can give yourself to someone, then you should.

             C#m        E
Cause it's a little bit of everything,
                C#m                     G#m
The way you joke, the way you ache,
        A               E
It is waking up before you,
        B
So I can watch you as you wake.
        E               A
So in the day in late September,
        E               C#m
It's not some stupid little ring,
E               A              E
I'm giving a little bit of everything.

             C#m        E
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
        C#m                     G#m
It's the matador and the bull,
        A               E
It's the suggested daily dosage,
B
It is the red moon when it's full.
E                       A
All these psychics and these doctors,
E                       C#m
They're all right and they're all wrong,
E                       A
It's like trying to make out every word,
        E                       C#m
When they should simply hum along,
E                       A
It's not some message written in the dark,
        E                       C#m
Or some truth that no one's seen,
        E       A              E
It's a little bit of everything.