Turning away, I will search every day
As I look for a love to find me
In faces and dreams, I don't know why it seems
That the Next is so far from my heart
Asking why now, I must figure out how
To survive on my own without love
It's been fun to be an eagle that's free
But I'm still searching on for my dove
A hundred people, day in, day out
Some have their loves, and some do without
A pretty face and a mind that would fit
This insatiable need seems to never quit
Learning to be, be, be...
A girl that I know tells me just to ignore
Given time I'll forget that it's missing
Get lost in life's flow and soon I won't know
There's a part of my soul
A part of my soul
There's a part of my soul that's empty
All that I feel is so wonderfully real
When I cry, or sit smiling on cloud nine
With no one to share, my rich life seems so bare
Oh dear God, when will You give me a sign?
Until You send me the one that's for me
I'll keep searching for my pot of gold
I'm learning to be the man I'm destined to be
And I soon will no longer fear the cold
Tell me I'm not spinning my wheels in vain
Tell me these feelings won't remain the same
I want to tell my heart to just hold on
While it pours out the same sad love songs
Learning to be, be, be...
Turning away, I will search every day
As I look for a love to find me
In faces and dreams, I don't know why it seems
That the Next is so far beyond me
Asking why now, I must figure out how
To survive on my own without love
It's been fun to be an eagle that's free
Though I cannot stop searching for my dove
--Peter Johnson, 1999
(Based in part on "Learning To Be" by Eleven, copyright 1991)
