I want to, I got to, I need to move on down the line.

If not to, to make me, I should have stood behind the lines.

What is this, what have I, What am I? Not what you see.

So take me, so use me, I'm stupid I don't want to

Oh, Lookin' for love

A standard, a program, religion burns me at the stake.

I questioned, I listened, I worshipped. How can I relate?

I worked so hard at it ... oh Lord the bruises and the burns.

I just don't, don't get it. I guess I lost my faith.

Oh, Lookin' for love