The Spark

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?