There's nothing new about the rain on the roof this morning
I've heard it all before
It's like the bird outside my window is calling
There might be something more
Speaking through the silence of the sunrise
There's song and water, have something to say
I don't know if it's you
I don't know if it's me
I don't know if it's you
I don't know who's painting the picture I see
I don't know if it's true
I don't know what it means
But I'm still looking
I'm still looking
I'm still looking
There's a six-year-old standing on the edge of the road
There's a six-year-old standing on the edge of the road

At the edge of the parking lot
See his outstretched arms
Reaching for his older brother
To take his hand and lead him to the car
How can such a casual reflection
Feel today more like a souvenir
I don't know if it's you
I don't know if it's you. I don't know if it's me. I don't know who's painting the picture I see. I don't know if it's true. I don't know what it means.
But I'm still looking. I'm still looking for a sign that you are with me.
And this voice of yours is more than distant banter.
Other people try explaining.
I still have more questions than answers.
I don't know.
Is it you? Is it me?
Who's painting the picture I see?
I don't know if it's true. I don't know what it means.
But I'm still looking.
I don't know if it's you. But I want it to be.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.




I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I'm still looking.
I don't know where I'm going
But it's my time to go home
Will I be the angel called home?
Will I haunt you like a ghost?
What will I leave when I go?
What will I leave when I go?

What will I leave when I go?