feel like I’m crawling on my belly,
longing and glad
excited at prospects,
humbled and mad.
Needy as a baby
I just need a helpin’ hand
Hold me like a cradle
with a touch you might understand
I’m searchin’
I’m searchin’

There I go jumping out of my skin.
Wound a little tight.
Have to throw these covers down
to get some sleep tonight.
Tuck my heart in your pocket.
My dreams are insecure.
I could drink you to the marrow
and still cry out for more
’cause I’m searching
I’m searching
I’m searching

and sometimes
I feel like I’m
just flying blind
and I can’t help myself
and I can’t stop myself
I’m searchin’…

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