Looking For
A lyric. You can listen to the song here:
view link
Except for drums, it's all me :-)
Looking For
I know a desperate man who stumbles blindly through his life
Shaking his fist at the sky
He doesn’t understand- Call him a wide-eyed innocent
Who can’t see the wherefore or why
All his dreams wither and die
And a dear friend of mine- an old soul, to be sure
Sees the world through a young girl’s eyes
A Romantic to her core, she believes in truth
But how could she be so unwise
And fall for her lover’s pretty lies?
She’s looking for something
What could it be?
Something like comfort in a mother’s arms
Call it home, call it heaven – the heart’s open door
Some place to keep her safe from harm
That’s what she’s looking for
What she’s looking for
As for me, I see the birds in the air
And say “Up there’s where I long to be”
But instead of soaring, I drift through clouds of doubt
And impossibility
I wanna fly, but I’m afraid my wings won’t hold me
I’m looking for something
What could it be?
Lift me up high on a breath of breeze
So my course is swift and sure
I wanna glide over open seas
That’s what I’m looking for
What I’m looking for
Is there meaning in the madness
Sweetness in the sadness
That often overtakes us?
Some reason or rhyme
For our presence in time
That makes us or breaks us?
Just a bit of gold in this cold hard ore
That’s what we’re Looking For
When we glide on an open breeze
To home, to heaven, the heart’s open door
Replacing doubt with certainty
Will we find what we’re looking for
What we’re looking for?
© Corinne Curcio 2001
view link
Except for drums, it's all me :-)
Looking For
I know a desperate man who stumbles blindly through his life
Shaking his fist at the sky
He doesn’t understand- Call him a wide-eyed innocent
Who can’t see the wherefore or why
All his dreams wither and die
And a dear friend of mine- an old soul, to be sure
Sees the world through a young girl’s eyes
A Romantic to her core, she believes in truth
But how could she be so unwise
And fall for her lover’s pretty lies?
She’s looking for something
What could it be?
Something like comfort in a mother’s arms
Call it home, call it heaven – the heart’s open door
Some place to keep her safe from harm
That’s what she’s looking for
What she’s looking for
As for me, I see the birds in the air
And say “Up there’s where I long to be”
But instead of soaring, I drift through clouds of doubt
And impossibility
I wanna fly, but I’m afraid my wings won’t hold me
I’m looking for something
What could it be?
Lift me up high on a breath of breeze
So my course is swift and sure
I wanna glide over open seas
That’s what I’m looking for
What I’m looking for
Is there meaning in the madness
Sweetness in the sadness
That often overtakes us?
Some reason or rhyme
For our presence in time
That makes us or breaks us?
Just a bit of gold in this cold hard ore
That’s what we’re Looking For
When we glide on an open breeze
To home, to heaven, the heart’s open door
Replacing doubt with certainty
Will we find what we’re looking for
What we’re looking for?
© Corinne Curcio 2001
