Searching for the Morning Sun

(J. Grindele - W. Gibbons - T. Hatch)



Standin' in a pouring rain on a cold Chicago day

A worn and battered suitcase in my hand

Watch the trains pullin' in and out the people are rushin' about

Wondering what goes to the making of a man.



Searching for the morning sun

And any place and everyone

Lord, I've got a troubled mind

Looking for something that I might never find.



--- Instrumental ---



Sittin' on a crowded train a ticket in my right hand

Nothing but confussion on my mind

Now there's been several towns thought I'd lay my wandering down

I tried 'em once then I left them all behind.



Searching for the morning sun

And any place and everyone

Lord, I've got a troubled mind

Looking for something that I might never find.



Searching for the morning sun

And any place and everyone

Lord, I've got a troubled mind

Looking for something that I might never find.



Looking for something that I might never find...