Always looking for one
Thinking I’ve seen something
Trying to distort the reality
to fit into my fantasy
I come up empty-handed
Everything I interpret can be explained
Yet I give it high reign
Because, I want it with every fiber
of my being

Signs! Signs!
I’m believing you owe me a visit or two
I’m waiting
Looking for you in a whiff of a breeze
In the toss of the leaves
In the advent of snow
In black thick smoke
Poke me in the ribs
Say what isn’t
Is