Searching from Searching by Taylor Steele & the Love Preachers

Set me down upon a hillside
Breathe into me the fresh air
Part rain clouds and handle sunshine
Listen to me there

Storms keep creeping up to haunt me
Oh what meaning will I find
Lonely lost sense of direction
Will I travel my whole life blind

Whistling around my shoulder
Thoughts of pure joy speak to me
And I say “Oh please tell me where to find you”
Who will I be? Can I be free?


Days have led me to believe
That I’ll never understand what I’ve been told
But to be kind to others and they’ll teach you
How to see a place that’s not so cold
Ooh oo hoo hoo

(chorus)

Listen, listen, listen to me there, listen to me there

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