|by C. Carson Parks|
|Searching eyes, shining in the neon nights
Looking for some peace of mind
A thing they never find.
Searching eyes, dying in the city lights
Drawn to some elusive scene
A peace they can't define.
Where can I find two searching eyes like mine
Two eyes that see things that are real
Or are they blind?
Somewhere in the night, I know it will be right
And I'll find searching, searching
Searching eyes like mine.
Searching eyes. Aren't you tired of hearing lies?
Truth is just beyond your hand. I understand.
Searching eyes, put an end to all goodbyes
Love is here, and love is grand. Come, take my hand.
(Repeat chorus and tag out)
|© - 1993 Greenwood Music Co. - BMI|