Searching man

Friend in the darkness, all wearing their harness Friends in the steepness, for days I've been sleepless And I'm lying inside here, creating my own fears Creating my image and nothing will ever finish Hmmmm Passions forgotten, my energy's rotten My lust for the beauty has turned into nudies Will I ever return to the way I was living On pure intuition, no clueless ambition Sometimes it seems I'm grabbing hold again But most times it feels I'm letting go again Now who you are has no plan Who you love has no plan What you breed has no plan So baby, I stop to be a searching man Test me for rabies, test me for madness Test me for babies, I'm asking for nothing less I'm tired of my waiting for truth and redemption While I find that my lady won't hold it against me that Sometimes it seems I'm grabbing hold again, But most times it feels I'm letting go again Now who you are has no plan And who you love has no plan And what you breed has no plan So baby, I stop to be a searching man