| Well I looked into a house I once lived in Around the time I first went on my own |
| When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of And my friends and I were one |
| Now the distance is done and the search has begun |
| I’ve come to see where my beginnings have gone |
| Oh the walls and the windows were still standing |
| And the music could be heard at the door |
| Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions |
| Asked if I came very far |
| And when my silence replied they took me inside |
| Where their children sat playing on the floor |
| Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on And it left me so warm and so high |
| But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun |
| I heard that highway whisper and sigh |
| Are you ready to fly? |
| And I looked into the faces all passing by It’s an ocean that will never be filled |
| And the house that grows older and finally crumbles |
| That even love cannot rebuild |
| It’s a hotel at best, you’re here as a guest |
| You oughta make yourself at home while you’re waiting for the rest |
| Well I looked into dream of the millions |
| That one day the search will be through |
| Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions |
| Looking into you |
| The great song traveler passed through here |
| And he opened my eyes to the view |
| And I was among those who called him a prophet |
| And I asked him what was true |
| Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone |
| Now I’m looking in my life for a truth that is my own |
| Well I looked into the sky for my anthem |
| And the words and the music came through |
| But words and music can never touch the beauty that I’ve seen |
| Looking into you — and that’s true |