Early morning drivin´ home - some tears are in my mind
  Leavin´broken glass of love behind
  My heart is crying but my head says ´it´s the better way´
  There´s been no change to make it go - too much was not okay
  It seems to be the old cruel game, that happens all the time
  It´s hard to keep two people´s love on an equal line
  Yet I won´t and can´t stop searchin´ for a deep true love
  I hope to find one, hope to feel one - I´m sure that I could never get enough
  Hey, hey girl, when we will meet?
  Hey, hey you girl, wan´t you see me bleed?
  Many times I imagine all the love a luck could bring
  But remember that it´s also such a mind - destroying thing
  ´Cause it hurts if I can´t be myself, but I´m feeling lonesome if I am
  So where´s the way for me to go - I try to find it - but I can´t
  And so it seems to be the old cruel rule that´s valid all the time
  It is hard to find a lover - on an equal line
  Yet I won´t and can´t stop searchin´ for a deep true love
  I hope to find one, I hope to feel one - I´m sure that I could never get enough