(J. Grindele - W. Gibbons - T. Hatch)      Standin' in a pouring rain on a cold Chicago day   A worn and battered suitcase in my hand   Watch the trains pullin' in and out the people are rushin' about   Wondering what goes to the making of a man.      Searching for the morning sun   And any place and everyone   Lord, I've got a troubled mind   Looking for something that I might never find.      --- Instrumental ---      Sittin' on a crowded train a ticket in my right hand   Nothing but confussion on my mind   Now there's been several towns thought I'd lay my wandering down   I tried 'em once then I left them all behind.      Searching for the morning sun   And any place and everyone   Lord, I've got a troubled mind   Looking for something that I might never find.      Searching for the morning sun   And any place and everyone   Lord, I've got a troubled mind   Looking for something that I might never find.      Looking for something that I might never find...