The Searcher

There is a place I'��m looking for, somewhere
I know I belong.
Not that I'��ve forgotten, you understand, just
can'��t remember where.

I know I'��m going to find it, in good time or
the next.
I'��m always looking around me, perhaps to catch
that fleeting glimpse.

Maybe I'��ll just go wandering along this stoney
winding track,
It's known I'��m trying to get there, and it feels as
If I'��m close.

The past is not my future, and I know there'��s no
going back.
Perhaps I will stand and mark my ground, ease my
aching memories

Wanted to tell them how I felt, put things right so
to speak,.
but I think I'��ll just keep moving and hope to pay my
debt

But maybe before I do, i'll take that little rest and
try to
remember, the way I'��ve always known.