Looking for the Day

Darkness on the skyline, that’s all you see sometimes
When we lose the gift of hope, and our hearts can’t find time
To be with the ones we love sharing good and sharing kind
Looking for the peace that fits the mind

So I’m looking for the day
When the hand that paints the sunrise points the way
To the crock of gold that’s ours at the end of the day
But you’ll only see the colours when it rains

Rumours of contentment, that’s all you’ll hear sometimes
When you set your sights on someplace new, but forget to read the signs
That are there for all to see if we’d only take the time
And finally find that peace that fits the mind

So I’m looking for the day
When the hand that paints the sunrise points the way
To the crock of gold that’s ours at the end of the day
But you’ll only see the colours when it rains

So i'm seaching for the footholds that will lead me to the sky,
When there's no place left to climb you can only fall or fly.
Fall or fly, earth or sky, when you reach the end you can only fall or fly.
Fall or fly.

© Adrian Nation, Laburnum Bridge Records 2008