Is it a face I'm looking for,
is it the sky that grows dark or the night closing in on me?
Is it to home that I keep wandering to,
or on the road away from home that I keep walking on?

Is it love I am looking for?
or is it love I keep running away from?
Is it me crying under the clouds so high,
or is it the raining washing down from the sky?
Is it the end of the life that I keep holding on to?
Is it the start of a new dawn that the sun leads me to?
Is it the last winters of a life lived so long,
Is it the start of a warm summer, but with you forever gone?