(carly simon)
Some destination,
A footstep in the sand
Some indication,
A truth to understand.
I’m going hunting,
To find it if I can.
But it might be just an arrow,
To still some other plan.
(chorus)
Hidden meanings and love’s strange ways
Keep me looking for more and more,
But all I find is that behind
Each new door is another door.
Time’s printed pages,
Words you won’t forget
Go out and try to live them,
You’ll be an angel yet.
I’m going hunting,
I think I’ll win the bet.
But it might end up winning me sorrow,
And leaving my soul in debt.
(chorus)
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