Big New World — Steve Forbert

What a big new world Is it all this tall? Shelves in the den And the fan blades that spin Seem far away; On my hands and knees I can crawl the hall, Wide open door To the warm carpet floor Says, Please come through.

When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low, I want some more of all those things That make time go; I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around.

In the pots and pans I enjoy myself; Food I'll consume If I hold my own spoon In my own way.

When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low, I want some more of all those things That make time go; I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around.

Let me laugh with you, Toss me high and smile; Sleep what a bore, What's the point? What's it for? And why so soon? When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low, I want some more of all those things That make time go; I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around.

Oh la, la, la, etc. What a big new world.