Early Sunday morning I was walking down the pier Talking to myself again, trying to get things clear I saw the old man blowing bubbles by Ezekiel's carousel The children hadn't gathered yet, but I was waiting I could tell He said, "I love to watch the children Chase the bubbles that I blow It helps me keep a promise I made a long long time ago I'm gonna love this world the best I can Then leave the rest in grace's hands Gorgie on the boardwalk in another rent Shouting it's all over and it's all to late to save Preaching to some seagulls and to the rising sun Preaching so much sorrow and the world had just begun And I was thinking maybe Gorgie's not so very wrong Then I heard the bubble man singing And I had to sing along I'm gonna love this world the best I can Then leave the rest in grace's hands On my way back homeward feeling kinda strange Everything is different now but nothing really changed Pa**ing all the laughing children chazing bubbles in the sky The old man saw me waving But he did not wave goog-bye He blow a giant bubble and smiled at what he done And all of us were spellbound As it floated to the sun I'm gonna love this world the best I can Then leave the rest in grace's hands