[Dawn. Soft piano. Distant foghorn. Gentle strings. The outline of Dover appears through the mist.] Verse I've crossed the seas of rumours, Walked roads I thought were true, Followed maps through fog and failure, Chasing every distant view. I've stood in towers of certainty, I've listened at every door, I've searched for hidden answers In a hundred lands or more. I've sailed through Kingdom Ron, Walked museums built from doubt, Sat beside old Harold's tower While the dates all ran back out. And every road I've travelled, Every voice, both false and true, Left a lantern in the darkness For the journey I came through. Reprise Chorus Everybody's looking for a sign, Something written in the stars, A hidden code, A special word, A promise sent from far. But I saw truth arrive on tiptoes And settle by the fire, While I was off climbing watchtowers And searching ever higher. And when I'd been brought down, And fallen to my knees, All the things I'd chased so hard Drifted away upon the breeze. Then came a kind of clarity, A glimpse of something complete, The thing I'd overlooked for years Was lying at my feet. Bridge I thought I'd find Him in the thunder. I thought I'd find Him in the sky. I thought I'd find Him in the mysteries That clever men could not explain. I searched the moon. I searched the headlines. I searched the prophecies and signs. And all the while the road stretched onward, Patiently through passing time. The answer wasn't hidden. The answer wasn't new. The things that truly mattered Had always carried through. Build [Orchestra begins to rise] Maybe every storm was teaching. Maybe every mile was grace. Maybe every wrong direction Still helped me find my place. Maybe every strange encounter, Every rumour, every clue, Was showing me the difference Between what shines... And what is true. Final Chorus [Full orchestra. Choir enters.] Everybody's looking for a sign, Something written in the stars, A hidden code, A special word, A promise sent from far. But truth arrives on tiptoes And settles by the fire, While we're all climbing watchtowers And searching ever higher. And when we've all been brought down And fallen to our knees, Many things we've held so tightly Scatter in the breeze. Then comes a kind of clarity, A glimpse of something complete, And often what we've searched the whole world for Was waiting at our feet. Final Dialogue [Music drops away. Harbour bells. Seagulls. Water against the hull.] A voice upon the quay called out: "Well then, mate... Did you find what you were looking for?" [Long pause] The traveller smiled. "Not exactly." "What did you find then?" [Pause] "I found it was worth looking." Coda [Strings hold. Choir emerges from silence.] Choir Everybody's looking for a sign... Something written in the stars... Everybody's looking for a sign... Something written in the stars... Solo Voice But truth arrives on tiptoes... Choir ...arrives on tiptoes... ...arrives on tiptoes... Solo Voice And settles by the fire... Choir Settles by the fire... Settles by the fire... Choir (Building) While we were climbing watchtowers... Searching ever higher... Climbing watchtowers... Searching ever higher... Choir (Softening) And when we'd all been brought down... And fallen to our knees... Choir (Almost Whispered) The thing we'd overlooked for years... The thing we'd overlooked for years... Solo Voice Was waiting... Choir Was waiting... Solo Voice At our feet. [Silence.] Whispered Choir Everybody's looking for a sign... Everybody's looking for a sign... Final Line [Solo voice alone.] And all along... The road was there. [A single accordion quietly plays the opening motif from "The Isle of Sure". Fade into silence.]
