Searching Souls

Picking up cigarettes off the floor
I caught him begging please
To every car that's passing
By on Walnut and 15th
When the sun goes down at
Four o'clock, the winter days ain't free
He'll be bringing nothing home
To feed his wife and kids

"Thank you for the
Headache," she said
As she walked into the daylight
They were both born to survive
Now they're merely

Searching souls, searching souls
They always struggle to
Believe in something more
Searching souls, searching souls
When there's nothing left
We're clinging onto hope

There's a woman stumbling
At the 7-Eleven parking lot
Bottle in a paper bag in hand
She hopes to put her pain to a stop
The scars around her legs
And arms are symbols of the past
She wears them proudly 'cause she
Knows he's never coming back

And if these people call this
Paradise, then what do they call Hell
Nothing ever truly lasts when
We're all just

Searching souls, searching souls
They always struggle to
Believe in something more
Searching souls, searching souls
When there's nothing left
We're clinging onto hope

I don't believe that
There's a crime that
Anyone should die for
But at the end of the day
The victim carries the pain

The eyes and ears of
Strangers carry stories
With happiness and grief
But in the end
They'll be happy to live through today

Searching souls, searching souls
They always struggle to
Believe in something more
Searching souls, searching souls
When there's nothing left
We're clinging onto hope

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
We know it's always tough in
The city that we love

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
We know it's always tough in
The city that we love



Credits
Writer(s): James Magrann
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