All of the Above
(Anderson)

Am I like an author or a word upon a page
Searching for the metaphor to sanctify my age?
Am I a piece of a family, or a solitary mind?
Is love a thing I do, or that I find?

And I find (find me where you left me)
That I (I miss you more each day)
Believe (believe what you want 'cause I'm)
In love, and all of the above

How can these things all be impossible but true?
Why do I lose myself when I find myself with you?
Contented in my solitude, I finally love this life
Having lost the need, I find I want to find a wife.

And I find (find me where you want me)
That I (I miss you more each day)
Believe (believe what you want 'cause I'm)
In love, and all of the above


All words and music ©1996 Douglas C. Anderson
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