The News

What if the news were nothing more
Than the secrets of seashells on the seashore
Whispering which way the wind will blow this night
And how everything's gonna be alright
What if the very first sound you heard
At dawn was a wild and wonderful word?
And what if a smile was your first sight?
Wouldn't everything have to be alright
For everyone, everywhere
Every joy, every care
Everything's gonna be alright
What if the only sign of unrest
Were feathers falling form a fledgling nest
Just an hour before it soars in flight
Wouldn't everything have to be alright
For everyone, everywhere
Every joy, every care
Everything's gonna be alright