We all need to believe that there's a better place somewhere out there for us, where someone is waiting for us to come home. Whether it's a person or a place, I think we're waiting to find that feeling that we belong. We look around every corner, explore the winding avenues, peer down each and every lane.
In the end, maybe the time we spend looking for that place is just life, and us living it the best we can. We know things won't ever be just right, and so it befalls us to enjoy the time that we've been given, wherever we find ourselves. But I can't seem to push away the hope that someday I'll find that place. I think if I ever did find it, it would feel familiar, as though I'd been there before, maybe when I was too young to remember it now properly. I can't stifle my wistful, painful longing to find it. For me, the last, quiet notes of that song never fade entirely.
"When one is lonely the days are long;
You seem so near
But never appear.
Each night I sing you a lover's song;
Please try to hear,
My dear, my dear...
Someday I'll find you,
Moonlight behind you,
True to the dream I am dreaming.
As I draw near you
You'll smile a little smile;
For a little while
We shall stand
Hand in hand.
I'll leave you never,
Love you for ever,
All our past sorrow redeeming:
Make it all come true,
Make me love you too,
Someday I'll find you...
Someday I'll find you again."