I look for you (sometimes);

not often,  not for very long, (but sometimes)

it’s hard to find someone (that doesn’t know they're lost)

And though I know you're not where I’m looking,
(I look anyway)

For a glimpse, a glimmer in the eye of stranger
(that perhaps I’ll recognize)

I’m not lonely (often)

And I’m grateful (always)

I won’t rush you (ever)

But I’m here

(when you’re ready)

to find me