Looking For A Place To Land

There was a man in his car trying to talk to me He drove a Pontiac, red, 1963 He shouted numbers and neighborhood streets I said, "I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know" And then I said to myself, "what's he lookin' for" An illegitimate son with an open door Or else the calling from God he could not ignore I guess in my own way Just like him I am wandering, wondering run away But aren't we all just Looking for a place to land Looking for a friend to call Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination To protect us from the fall Looking for the one to love Looking for a brand new day Looking for a reason to stand