A Little Bit Of Everything

With his back against the San Francisco traffic
 On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail
 Setting out to join a demographic
 He hoists his first leg up over the rail
 A phone call's made, police cars show up quickly
 The Sergeant slams his passenger door
 He says, "Hey, son, why don't you talk through this with me?
 Just tell me what you're doing it for"
 "Oh, it's a little bit of everything, it's the mountains, it's the fog
 It's the news at six o'clock, it's the death of my first dog
 It's the angels up above me, it's the song that they don't sing
 It's a little bit of everything"
 There's an older man who stands in a buffet line
 He is smiling and he's holding out his plate
 And the further he looks back into his timeline
 That hard road always led him to today
 Making up for when his bright future had left him
 Making up for the fact his only son is gone
 And letting everything out once, his server asks him
 "Have you figured out yet what it is you want?"
 "I want a little bit of everything, the biscuits and the beans
 Whatever helps me to forget about the things that brought me to my knees
 So pile on those mashed potatoes and an extra chicken wing
 I'm having a little bit of everything"
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 Somewhere, a pretty girl is writing invitations
 To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall
 Her man says, "Baby, can I make an observation?
 You don't seem to be having any fun at all"
 She said, "You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size
 And rest assured that this is making me feel good
 I think that love is so much easier than you realize
 If you can give yourself to someone, then you should
 'Cause it's a little bit of everything, the way you joke, the way you ache
 It is getting up before you, so I could watch you as you wake
 So on that day in late September, it's not some stupid little ring
 I'm getting a little bit of everything"
 Oh, it's a little bit of everything, it's the Matador and the bull
 It's the suggested daily dosage, it's the red Moon when it's full
 All these psychics and these doctors, they're all right, and they're all wrong
 It's like trying to make out every word when they should simply hum along
 It's not some message written in the dark or some truth that no one's seen
 It's a little bit of everything