From the recording Searching for September
I'm searching for truth, a blind man at the wheel. A headlight in the darkness, but nothing revealed. I passed up on the big time. I passed out at the show. I just want to be honest. I just thought you would know that maybe I've been lying to myself for all this time. And I'm crazy for trying, because I've seen all the signs. It's true. I'm searching for words, a deaf man at a play. The bright lights on the big stage, but nothing to say. I left town in a small car. I left her on the train. But we've all been waiting for things to change, and I'm scared now of being who only I can be. I'm aware now, I'm seeing, it's killing all that's me. It's true. I want to find me, but I'm scared. It's true that I am someone else to everybody but myself. It's true that I could be a man of substance God you know I can. It's true that I was once a boy, a simple world with simple joys. And even though I've lost my way, the truth is that I want to change from hatred, to kindness, for love if just to try. Because it's worth more to find this, than live uninspired. I want to find me, but I'm scared. You know it's true.