Searching For Something

When I wake in the morn And I run to the fields I don't know what I want But I know that it's real And as the days go on by And the hours oh they toll I know in my heart And in my soul I'm searching for something But that something isn't searching for me I live on a farm With my trusty steed And I find simple things Are just what I need And it all pays off In a hard days work With food on my plate And a comfortable home I'm searching for something But that something isn't searching for me I'm searching for something But that something isn't searching for me