Lyrics The World According to Garp - Al Stewart

It's a restless world and the hands
Take hold as your eyes watch out for a fall
Then you end up flat on the landing mat as you try to fathom it all
Any sudden move could outmanoeuvre the plans you made at the start
The hopes and schemes of ghosts and
Dreams in the world according to Garp

I was born one day under skies of gray and called New England my home
And the single name that my mother gave was all I had of my own
I was taught the rules of steering
School though they all fell short of the mark
But these things never meant too much in the world according to Garp

Bunky grows older, the nights they get colder
The lights burn low and the nurse is home
And the days won't wait, you can't make them slow
See how they go, see how they go
See how they go, see how they go

It's a restless world and the lips are
Curled as the hands come reaching your way
But the writer's pen simply moves again and puts it down on the page
On any stretch of road the undertow could be waiting there in the dark
But all these things are what life
Brings in the world according to Garp
All these things are how it seems in the world according to Garp

In the world according to Garp
In the world according to Garp