Soul Searching - The Infamous Stringdusters

I’m just a man making my way

Sometimes a sinner, sometimes a saint

I carry on, do the best I can

But still I struggle with who I am

Soul searching

Once was a girl that held me tight

And I took her love like a thief in the night

After all this time, I’d never dream

That I’d be holding on to her memory

Soul searching

Soul searching

Who am to judge, who am I to preach

If sometimes I wonder what I believe

I’ve traveled this life, looking for signs

I’ve picked me apart one piece at a time

Soul searching

Soul searching

Which bridge should I cross, which one should I burn

After all the mistakes, after all the wrong turns

I’m learning to let go, learning how to heal

But I’m still searching, guess I always will

Soul searching

Soul searching

Soul searching