Dirty Projectors Searching Spirit
I started out, toward the mountain
From the mouth of the river bed
I walked a month, I saw no one
Before it dawned on me where this led
All the sunlight and the clover
The valley bountiful below
I looked out and I discovered
There is no end to the searching spirit
I looked for you, out in the blue
But I knew you could stay hidden
Say hi to Grace, build in a place
It's what you make and what you give to it
All the sunlight and the clover
The valley bountiful below
I looked out and I discovered
There is no end to the searching spirit
Did you do what no one could have done?
Did you win what no one has won?
And did you find that you were the one?
