(Chorus:). Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin'. Lookin' for the hunger to hang on. Lookin'for to know if you're really worth it. Lookin' for a reason not to be gone.
Here we go again on this telephone line. Every time we talk I always end up cryin'. You're always tellin' me about what I'm missin'. If I came back there I'd only end up wishin'.