We toured up the coast, seeking praise and applause, hoping just a few would show they care. We craved sweet acceptance to strengthen our cause, and found it it in those rooms of empty chairs. To finally see, it's all in me so I said "So much for the hall of fame, so much for the cover of Rolling Stone. So Much for seeking a love outside my own." We danced home through mountains and midwestern plains, and march until the road could bear no more. Then watched as the starts seemed to spell out our names, reminding us of who we'd been searching for. And I could see, they shined in me.