La Fête À La Maison

Whatever happened to predictability
The milkman, the paper boy, evening TV
Everywhere you look there's a heart (everywhere you look there's a heart)
A hand to hold onto
Everywhere you look there's a face
Of somebody who needs you
Everywhere you look

When you're lost out there and you're all alone
A light is waitin to carry you home
Everywhere you look
Everywhere you look