searching for the words, searching for myself
searching for a way to be somebody else
when i found you there what was i supposed to do
you struck like lightning from a july sky
left me there stammering with my mouth so dry
when i found you there what was i supposed to do

searching my whole life for something like this
and of course i knew something was amiss
i was at the end when i found you
now I know what i'm supposed to do

your hair is a poem your words are silk
my nerve's about as strong as warmed-over milk
when i found you there what was i supposed to do
you struck like lighning from a july sky
left me there stammering with my mouth so dry
when i found you there what was i supposed to do

searching my whole life for something like this
and of course i knew something was amiss
i was at the end when i found you
now i know what i'm supposed to do
yeah now i know what i'm supposed to do...

copyright 2007 John DeLong