Summer came, summer went
Felt the rain, saw the sunset
Tried so hard to work out
How the trees and grass
Lie dormant for the winter
'Til the darkness has passed
But are you searching
In the right place?
Are you searching
In the right place?
Are you searching
In the right place?
Are you searching
In the right place?
Is the searching
Yielding ripe fruit?
Does the searching
Define you?
Just to see yourself
Would you leave yourself behind?
Is to be yourself
To be lost inside your mind?
If patience is a virtue
I'll pay in kind
But some things just refuse to be defined
Are you searching
In the right place?
Are you searching
In the right place?
Is the searching
Yielding ripe fruit?
Does the searching
Define you?