Martin Sexton, “Found”

I get lost in the concrete jungle
I get lost in my big flat screen
Lost in the talk on the radio
Don’t mean much to me
Had enough of the stuff they been feeding us
On the daily nightly news
And I’d climb the statue of liberty
Just to get a better view
To be a man who seeks high places
Searching for the common ground
seeing likeness in strange faces
that’s where I want to be found
I get lost in material happiness
I get lost in my work sometimes
I get sucked into choosing red or blue
When the beef ain’t even mine
I get tangled up in technology
Now and again and it won’t let go
I get held up and dragged down
But I can only sink so low
Cause I’m a man who seeks high places
Searching for the common ground
Finding friends among strange faces
That’s where I want to be found
Cause the less I see the more I seem to know
The pain is motivating us all to grow or go
Last night I had that dream again
Where I’m only eight years old
Running through the woods chasing dragon flies
Climbing trees and digging holes
On the edge of a cliff I’m standing
Staring into the clear blue sky
And I feel the wind take hold of me
And I just take off and fly

To be a man found