What you look for on a dirty street
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Is a patch of green beneath your feet
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A stubborn weed or a traveling rose
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Either one lives to grow
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What you look for in a stranger's eyes
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Is if he sees through your disguise
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How we long to be revealed
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To be known we might be healed
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Send it out into the Universe
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A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse
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Be a seed that lands inside the cracks
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Seek the sun and it shines back
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What you looked for when you were a girl
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Was a window out into the world
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From a speeding car or a passing train
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You were hypnotized just the same
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And what you look for now that you are grown
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Is proof of how time has flown
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An empty house, a strand of grey
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And an endless longing for yesterday
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Send it out into the Great Elsewhere
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A kind of hope, a chant, a simple prayer
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Be the child whose dreams won't ever fade
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Shout and storm the barricades
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What you look for in your darkest hour
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Is a dirty street with just a flower...
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Send it out not knowing where it went
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Into the blue, into the firmament
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Be the one who wonders at it all
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Send it out into the Universe
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A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse
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Be a seed that lands inside the cracks
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Seek the sun and it shines back
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It shines back
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What You Look For
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
