| If I don't stand out like a star among the moons | |
| if I am always late and he always backs away too soon | |
| I walk the world with a skin so thin | |
| I can wear no adequate protection | |
| everything comes crashing in. | |
| If I'm too wide open for this place | |
| but not enough for him to recognize my face | |
| How will he find me | |
| with no one's arms to gather me together? | |
| How will he find me? | |
| Only held by gravity, faded with uncertainty | |
| no longer young and not that pretty | |
| how will he ever find me? | |
| It never seems to matter, the tears I cry. | |
| There's a well inside of me that never runs dry | |
| from being born I guess, and born in life until we die. | |
| The music and the hope for love keep me alive | |
| still I wonder, how will he find me? | |
| And what shall I do with a drunken heart | |
| with goggle eyes and the troubling hunger | |
| reaching forward to trick mirror men | |
| leaning out and in again. | |
| If love is a game how can it be creation? | |
| And if I'm wasting my time | |
| how will he find me? |