(J. Dean, M. Malloy, T. Taylor, B. Mann)    There was a man in his car trying to talk to me  He drove a Pontiac, red, 1963  He shouted numbers and neighborhood streets  I said, "I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know"  And then I said to myself, "what's he lookin' for"  An illegitimate son with an open door  Or else the calling from God he could not ignore    I guess in my own way  Just like him I am wandering, wondering run away  But aren't we all just    Looking for a place to land  Looking for a friend to call  Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination  To protect us from the fall  Looking for the one to love  Looking for a brand new day  Looking for a reason to stand  Looking for a place to land    There was a girl on a train out of Santa Fe  She found her husband in bed with her sister "hey"  She left her soul and her kids when she ran away  Where do you go? Where do you go?    Sometimes the love that you lose is the love you find  Sometimes the pain is the doorway to peace of mind  No matter how hard you try you just can't rewind  Now that you know - where do you go?    I guess in my own way  Just like the her I'm wandering, wondering runaway  But aren't we all just    Looking for a place to land  Looking for a friend to call  Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination  To protect us from the fall  Looking for the one to love  Looking for a brand new day  Looking for a reason to stand  Looking for a place to land    I guess in my own way  Just like the them I'm a wandering, wondering runaway  But aren't we all just