Lost and Found

I met a man down in New Orleans
Told me pens were needles and words were vaccines
He instructed me to write all the pain I felt
He said that writing the hurt's the only way to help

So I sat myself down that very night
Rolled his words round my mind like a pair of dice
And I found myself down in New Orleans
In the home of magic and mystery

Pieces of me
Were lost at sea
I'll go shore to shore
To find who I was before

I found a boy on new York streets
Said the cities so loud with the sound of deceit
He placed in a room with a quiet crowd
then he whispered in silence and it echoed loud

Soon the sun has set on the cityscape
I had locked myself in hotel rooms to contemplate
How I found my voice along the new York streets
And it lives in the city that doesn't sleep

Pieces of me
Were lost at sea
I'll go shore to shore
To find who I was before

I found my love in a little town
At a time when the frost laid still on the ground
And I never understood that melody
That would fill up a room any time he's near me

Soon I felt a rhythm in an empty space
I tried to paint the picture but I traced his face
And I found my love inside the notes he wrote
It awakened my heart with every word he spoke

Pieces of me
Were lost at sea
I'll go shore to shore
To find who I was before

If you concede
You're lost like me
Just go shore to shore
To find what you're looking for"