Looking Into You - Jackson Browne, David Lindley

Well, I looked into a house I once lived in

Around the time I first went on my own

When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of

And my friends and I were one

Now the distance is done and the search has begun

I’ve come to see where my beginnings have gone

Oh, the walls and the windows were still standing

And the music could be heard at the door

Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions

Asked if I came very far

And when my silence replied they took me inside

Where their children sat playing on the floor

Well, we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on

And it left me so warm and so high

But as I stepped back outside to the gray morning sun

I heard that highway whisper and sigh

Are you ready to fly?

And I looked into the faces all passing by

It’s an ocean that will never be filled

And the house that grows older and finally crumbles

That even love cannot rebuild

It’s a hotel at best, you’re here as a guest

You oughta make yourself at home while you’re waiting for the rest

Well, I looked into dream of the millions

That one day the search will be through

Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions

Looking into you

The great song traveler passed through here

And he opened my eyes to the view

And I was among those who called him a prophet

And I asked him what was true

Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone

Now I’m looking in my life for a truth that is my own

Well I looked into the sky for my anthem

And the words and the music came through

But words and music will never touch the beauty that I’ve seen

Looking into you — and that’s true