I looked to you, to find myself
Just like a book upon its shelf
Untouched, unread, forgotten as well
And yet, such stories have we to tell
You and I, we're quite the same
We’d end up playing the same game
That road leads here, this road leads there
And the road I’m on, to God knows where
That lovely May of yesterday
So full and gay, so unlike today
When birds would sing, for me and you
And still they sing, but just for you
The wind would blow, it’d make me smile
I haven’t done that in awhile
The sea was blue, the sea would glisten
I’d sing for you, if you would listen
I thought that maybe I could find
That missing piece in this heart of mine
I looked to you, to find myself
But now I look to me