(carly simon)

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.

(chorus)
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.

(chorus)