It's not in the words that you read when you're off on your own
It's not in the conversation that you had on your phone
It's not in the vices that you'd like to think aren't really there
What you seek...you'll never find it until you get there

But your ship is still stuck on the rock
Your sails are shot
The line so taught to the ground

It's not in the word you're afraid touse - starts with an "L"
And it I could, I'd take your aches and pains and put them in a jar
I'd bury them all in the backyard...deepest ground
Oh how you might lose yourself when the seeker is found

And your ship isn't stuck anymore
The sails unfurled
The wind does whirl you around