Searching - New Trolls

Traveling, wish I knew where I was going

Every place now looks the same

Nothing new seems to come my way

All my life I’ve been searching for something (2)

But so far are lonely roads

And bad luck has been my friend

I will go without a friend

I will grieve to need a hand

But I’m happy to be free and to be able to weep

And I’m happy to be me

No one seems to need a friend

No one gives me a helping hand

But I’m happy to be free and to be able to weep

And I’m happy to be me

I will go without a friend

I will grieve to need a hand

No one seems to need a friend

No one gives me a helping hand

But I’m happy to be free and to be able to weep

And I’m happy to be me