Russ Ballard

I've been
Searching
The lights to the poodle shadows that should be as you see a man running
Running through your dream
And you don't recognise him by the look on his face
But you feel that you've met some time some place
That's mean I'm Searching
Searching for the praise of my mind
I'm looking for the face
I'm gonna find it
If it takes every minute
Of every day
This time I won't let it get away
Searching
I've been
Searching
And you hear the elders sounds of weak and you know what it's saying
I'll you what it brings
It aint a bubble fly so high
Can't you see that it's me?
That I'm Searching
Searching for the praise of my mind
I'm looking for the face
I'm gonna find it
If it takes every minute
Of every day
This time I won't let it get away
For once in my life it won't get away
Cause the waiting it was gonna be into stay
I'm gonna take it in my hands and I'll let it go
Gonna find where it is and it won't be low
This time I won't let it get away
I've been
Searching
That's wahy I'm saying
Be so low
Searching, Searching
Searching