(carly simon)

Some destination
A footstep in the sand
Some indication
A truth to understand.
I'm going hunting
To find it if I can.
But it might be just an arrow
To still some other plan.

(chorus)
Hidden meanings and love's strange ways
Keep me looking for more and more
But all I find is that behind
Each new door is another door.

Time's printed pages
Words you won't forget;
Go out and try to live them
You'll be an angel yet.
I'm going hunting
I think I'll win the bet.
But it might end up winning me sorrow
And leaving my soul in debt.

(chorus)