Standin' in a pouring rain on a cold Chicago day

A worn and battered suitcase in my hand

Watch the trains pullin' in and out the people are rushin' about

Wondering what goes to the making of a man

Searching for the morning sun and anyplace and everyone

Lord I've got a troubled mind looking for something that I might never find

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Sittin' on a crowded train a ticket in my right hand

Nothing but confussion on my mind

Now there's been several towns thought I'd lay my wandering down

I tried 'em once then I left them all behind

Searching for the morning sun...

Searching for the morning sun..

Looking for something that I might never find