Written in December of 1988 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
I’m walking but I don’t know
I’m talking about where to go
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
I’m trying to understand
Why I’m crying, ain’t like a man
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
When the night is looking for affection
And the night, calls in your direction
Sometimes the night can seem awful cold
When you’re looking for something or someone to hold
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
I’ve been doing things I know I shouldn’t
Even though I said I wouldn’t
But I’m looking for something or someone to hold
I’m looking for something or someone to hold
Who’s there?
Who’s gonna care?
Who’s there?
Who’s gonna care?