Stripped Down
and Searching

Stripped Down


My chance has come again
A rush of wind that’s blowing
A clear November in
A place that I’ve been without knowing
The bare trees above me
They don’t have a thing to hide
They may have lost all their leaves
But they still have their pride
And somehow I found mine
Stripped down and searching
Stripped down and searching
The more that you give away
The less you have to lose
Your life isn’t what you make
It’s what you choose
Not Madison Avenue
Stripped down
Stripped down
Stripped down
And searching
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