another door

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. 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.