BILL BACHMANN Lyrics


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BIG WORLD OUT THERE

I’m gonna try to sing a love song,

To all the sounds in the air,

To all the notes I’ve heard for so long,

In the big world out there,

Some notes need a lot of freedom,

Line ‘em up or give ‘em space,

Some notes need a rest between them,

When they solo in their grace,

Some keep pitching for an encore,

Some just walk that beat alone,

Some are tied down and tempered,

Some can chill you to the bone,

Some notes command orchestration,

Some just fly from ear to ear,

Some notes represent a nation,

In the big world out there,

In the big world out there.

Some notes are a measure of greatness,

Some just have that natural flair,

Some are destined for the long hall,

In the big world out there,

Some have volume as their forte,

Sweet sixteenth, she’s barely there,

Soft notes sometimes hit the hardest,

Some crescendos bring despair,

I’m gonna try and write some music,

For a laugh or a tear,

String a bunch of notes together,

Fill the harmonic atmosphere,

Notes that strike a chord within you,

Notes that echo everywhere,

Notes that free us to continue,

In the big world out there,

In the big world out there.