What Does It Mean (Stripped Down)

I can read the faces in the crowd Catch their secrets without a sound Every gesture every sign Clear to me but never mine I can sense what's not seen But I can't make sense of me What does it mean to be happy? Will I find it in time? I keep asking if I'll find it Or if it's something I've outrun So what does it mean? What does it really mean? I can trace the tremble in their eyes Hear the silence hidden in their lies Every story sharp and true Except the one I can't break through I can sense what's not seen But I can't make sense of me What does it mean to be happy? Will I find it in time? I keep asking if I'll find it Or if it's something I've outrun So what does it mean? What does it really mean? Maybe the meaning waits ahead Not in the answers, but the steps I tread There's a light that's waiting for me Will it hold or lose its shine? What does it mean to be happy? Will I find it in time? I keep asking if I'll find it Or if it's something I've outrun What does it mean to be happy? The question lingers in my mind I keep asking if I'll find it Or if it slipped through me, left behind So what does it mean? What does it really mean? What does it mean to be happy?