CC & The Creekboys: Music

© Clinton Collins 2005 ASCAP

You could be hiding in the strangest place
Hoping nobody will recognize your face
Out where at night only the cold wind blows
Numbered among the other zeros

You could be using a fictious name
Moving within the eye of of hurricane
Living with the lepers and the other lost souls
Mining for treasure and finding fools gold

Love is gonna find you
Love is gonna find you

You could be running from a lawless past
Slip into a pew at morning mass
Scaling the gates of a prison yard
You've ran the distance but you're not to far

But love is gonna find you
Love is gonna find you
Love is gonna find you
Love is gonna find you

You can make your bed in hell
Toss your dreams in a wishing well
Have a little secret that you can not tell
To no one

You could have strayed from the ninety and nine
A prodigal, a child, or a concubine
Forgotten soldier rotting in a foreign cage
Living on the edge at the end of the age

Chorus
10/20/00