[Intro] [Verse 1] It was a Sunday in a city full of strangers, everyone moving like they had somewhere to be. I was standing in the middle of the motion, the only one who couldn't find the frequency. I called the number of a man I used to know well. It rang six times and met the machine. I hung up, put my hands inside my pockets, and walked home through the sound of everything. [Pre-Chorus] And somewhere across the city, someone else was doing exactly this. Standing in a room that once held someone, wondering how a life gets down to this. We were never told it would be so quiet. But here we are. [Chorus] We're all just looking for the light. Not the answer. Not the proof. Just something burning in the night. Something that says you are not alone in this. Something that says the dark you're in is not the whole of it. We're all just looking. Every single one of us. We're all just looking for the light. [Verse 2] There's a woman at the laundromat at midnight, watching spin cycles like they're something to believe. There's a father in a parking lot who can't go in yet. Not yet. There's a teenager who prays to nothing, still praying. There's a soldier who came home but never really came. There's a saint who lost her faith and kept on loving. There's the rest of us who never had a name for this nameless aching brilliant human thing. [Pre-Chorus] No one tells you in the beginning that the searching is the thing you'll share the most. Not the finding. Never the finding. Just the reaching in the dark for something close. [Chorus] We're all just looking for the light. Not the answer. Not the proof. Just something burning in the night. Something that says you are not alone in this. Something that says the dark you're in is not the whole of it. We're all just looking. Every single one of us. We're all just looking for the light. [Bridge] I don't know if it gets better. I only know I'm still here. And I don't know if there's a hand on the other end of this. I only know that reaching feels like prayer. I've seen the light in a stranger's face across a crowded room. In the way someone holds a door for someone they will never meet again. In the hour before dawn when nothing asks you to be anything but alive. Maybe the light was never a destination. Maybe the light is what we are when we stop pretending we don't need it. [Chorus] We're all just looking for the light. Not the answer. Not the proof. Just something burning in the night. Something that says you are not alone in this. Something that says the dark you're in is not the whole of it. We're all just looking. Every stranger on the street is looking. Every person you have ever hurt or healed is looking. We're all just looking for the light. [Outro] You don't have to have found it. You only have to be looking. That is enough. That is everything. [End]
