Some destination,
a footstep in the sand
some indication,
a truth to understand.
i'm going hunting,
to find it if i can.
but it might be just an arrow,
to still some other plan.
[chorus:]
hidden meanings and love's strange ways
keep me looking for more and more,
but all i find is that behind
each new door is another door.
Time's printed pages,
words you won't forget;
go out and try to live them,
you'll be an angel yet.
i'm going hunting,
i think i'll win the bet.
but it might end up winning me sorrow,
and leaving my soul in debt.
[chorus]