Some destination, A footstep in the sand Some indication, A truth to understand. I'm going hunting, To find it if I can. But it might be just an arrow, To still some other plan.
(chorus) Hidden meanings and love's strange ways Keep me looking for more and more, But all I find is that behind Each new door is another door.
Time's printed pages, Words you won't forget Go out and try to live them, You'll be an angel yet. I'm going hunting, I think I'll win the bet. But it might end up winning me sorrow, And leaving my soul in debt.
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