You Won't Find Me There - 10,000 Maniacs

I’d like to know what makes you stay while your eyes still search for escape

You think that I don’t feel the cold, but I wait while confessions unfold

You’ll never make a living from reading minds

Or from getting your direction from exit signs

Look into your heart and you won’t find me there

You won’t find me where you hide and that makes us a matter of time

Like trees exposed by fall, time reveals it all

Tell me you want to do everything but you’re stuck up to your knees

And I’m less likely pushed forward by ambition than a breeze

But there’s a flame that must be fanned, and it appears as a beckoning hand

Don’t think 'cause you’re not talking you’re being kind

You’ve been getting your direction from exit signs

Look into your heart and you won’t find me there