It was pouring down rain as
I pulled up to Second and Vine
You were walking away
From a pile of soaking wet signs
Stocking cap low on your face
The color of rain, the picture of grace
You were holding a sign
I've been looking for mine
Willing to work for money, or food for a time
Just to feel so invisible...
Cold and scared out of your mind
Stocking cap low on your face
The color of rain, the picture of grace
You were holding a sign
I've been looking for mine
Camped on the underpass, 90 and 5
It's hard to understand why
From all of the things you are running away
The little hearts bleeding, so hard believing,
That everyone's needing to find...
Holding a sign... I've been looking for mine...
Holding a sign... I've been looking for mine
Yes, we're holding a sign
I'm looking for mine