Verse 1 I came upon a valley Where the grass bent with the wind, And every path was filled with folk Who hoped the sky might speak again. Some watched clouds above the hills, Some studied moonlit charts, Some searched newspapers every day For meanings they could mark. A man was counting numbers On a wall beside the lane. A woman kept a notebook Filled with dreams she'd had since May. Everybody seemed convinced The answer would appear, If only they could find the sign That somehow wasn't here. Chorus [sung slowly with emotion and meaning] 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. Verse 2 I climbed the Tower of Numbers That stands above the plain. The watchers there were certain Something big was on its way. One pointed to a headline. One pointed to the moon. One pointed to tomorrow. One said, "Surely soon." And far across the valley I could see the lantern lights, Of pilgrims gathering quietly To discuss the latest signs. Yet all the while the old road Wound gently through the land, Untouched by all the arguments, Patient as it ran. 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 Late that evening by the roadside I met a gardener alone. He wasn't watching moonbeams. He wasn't staring home. He simply tended olive trees Beneath the fading sun. I asked him, "Have you seen a sign?" He smiled and said, "I have one." Then pointing to the road he said, "Most folk miss what it's for. A sign was never meant to be The thing you're looking for." Build The wind moved through the long grass. The evening bells rang low. And suddenly the valley seemed To tell me what I needed to know. Not every cloud's a message. Not every dream's a key. And maybe what was given once Was given sufficiently. Final Chorus 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 chased so hard Will scatter on the breeze. Then comes a kind of clarity, A glimpse of something complete, And often what we've searched the world for Was waiting at our feet. Outro As darkness settled on the valley And the stars began to shine, I noticed an old weathered milestone Half hidden by the vines. Upon it was a faded carving. A fish. Nothing more. I stood and looked a little while. Then shouldered up my bag. And carried on.
