"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.)