"The Next Great Big Thing"
Copyright
1994, Don McAvoy
Published
by McAvoy Music Productions, Inc. (ASCAP)
610-630-1536
Administered
by The Harry Fox Agency, Inc.
Lyrics
reprinted by permission. All rights
reserved.
Maybe I like the things you do
Like holding my hand the whole night
through
Starry nights that hold off a glove
Passion swept lover, how you remain true
We never outgrow toys we just get bigger
ones
The difference is price and how well they
run
We trade time for love and love for time
Chasing funny green paper while [time's
yarn is spun] (CHR.)
That’s tree pulp the whole time
CHR. Everyone
is looking for
That next great big thing in their lives
Never wanting our excitement to come
undone
We never grow up 'cause you can't outgrow
fun
He wants a boat and she wants a love
Both sit on the shore of what they're
thinking of
Held hostage there, in their very own masquerade
They could have all they want; doing
nothing makes it fade
Things are worth what you're willing to
pay:
Sacrifice or time, or just walking away
The things you thought were so far down
the line
Keep you awake at night, saying "Now
it's time." (CHR.)
You don’t get time back, it’s no
commodity
It’s life’s money, gotta spend some on me
Work will always be there, true crime is
regret
No job’s gonna kill me, I'm gonna die of
happiness
And when I meet my maker, I’ll tell him
like it is
I was a work in progress until the very
end
Lord, have mercy on me; but can I have a
good seat
I wanna see how things turn out for my
friends and family (CHR.)