Holding out for something special
To come around
Like we all did in the old days
Something profound
Where is the spark
That you used to find?
You're lost in the dark
And nothing was found
All the thoughts that you've been having
Won't seem to pass (to pass, to pass)
Now you're putting pen to paper
With a half empty glass
Where is the spark
That you used to find?
You're lost in the dark
And nothing was found
All the pain that you held onto
Hoping it would somehow amuse
Leavin' out all the fine details
Obscuring the truth
Prayin' that you'll find direction
Hoping you'll have much more to say
Leaving all your cards on the table
For a rainy day
Where is the spark?
Where is the spark?
Where is the spark?
Where is the spark?
Where is the spark?
