Blue Rodeo. The Days In Between. The Seeker. Zeneszám

You were the seeker
Then you found there's nothing to find
It'll all come down to you
In its own good time

No one's the older, no one's the wiser
No one cares
When every step takes you from nowhere
Going from somewhere to here

Your quiet eyes, almost vacant
There's no need to explain
The fine line between stealing and giving
In the landscape of the saint

You were the dreamer
Who got lost in your escape
When beauty became a prison
You found your freedom in the mundane

So when will I see what you see?
You say it's got nothing to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see?

When you've gone and lost
What you thought you never had
And you're numb with the fear
That it's never coming back

It makes no difference
It's gonna be what it's gonna be
Sometimes the purest gold
Comes from the hands of a thief

So when will I see what you see?
You say it's got nothing to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see?
Yeah, when will I see what you see?