whatever happened to predictably

the milkman, the paperboy, the evening tv 

you miss your old familiar friends, but

waiting just around the bend 

everywhere you look (everywhere) 

there's a heart (there's a heart) 

a hand to hold on to 

everywhere you look (everywhere) 

there's a face of somebody who needs you 

when your lost out there and your all alone 

your ride is waiting to carry you home 

everywhere you look