Robby Berman—lead and background vocals, electric guitars, tambourine, drums, bass, piano, organ, celesta
(All instruments in italics are software instruments played from a keyboard.)
© 2009 Robby Berman
My daughter has an old lunch box
In which I guess she hides
Her special things, I can’t be sure
I’m not allowed inside.
I’ve got a box like hers and mine
Is full of memories
Assembled lovingly
A life from A to Z.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
Everywhere I’ve been—got it
Everyone I’ve known—near
Everything I’ve learned—oh yes
Every thing I’ve owned—here
Every pain I’ve felt—present
Every joy I knew—too
Everything I’ve done
What I did not do.
The things we want are much the same
And so in fact are we
A place to live, some food to eat
Some happiness and peace
But everyone’s experience
Has details so unique
And this must surely be
The only one for me.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
Quiet rainy days—got it
Early morning light—near
Fireflies at dusk—oh yes
Stillness in the night—here.
Summer-scented air—present
Frigid starry sky—too
Half-remembered songs
I can’t make it through.
Everywhere I’ve lived—got it
Things I should’ve known—near
Objects of desire—oh yes
Every chance I’ve blown—here
Everything I ate—present
Every joke that worked—too
Every single heartbreak
And dream come true.
And when this all is over
I would bet I’ll entertain
A thought or two about this life
And all that it’s contained
The people that I’ve known and loved
And all the times I’ve had
I know that I’ll be sad
And at the same time glad...
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.
It’s mine (It’s mine)
It’s mine (Mine)
It’s mine, all mine.