They say...

They say there's linings made of silver
folded inside every raining cloud
well, I need someone to deliver
my silver lining now

They say the home is where the heart is
I guess i haven't found my home
well, I'll keep driving round in circels
afraid to call this place my home

They say you really not somebody
untill somebody else loves you
well, i am trying to find somebody
somebody to make me