VERSE
I've been searching for myself
But can't find me anywhere
I thought I was my body
But I really wasn't there
I need it like a need of suit of clothes
For comfort and protection
But can step outside this painted form
With astral projection
Then one day the body'll die
It is not the I
CHORUS
G Em
I'm not this, I'm not that
C G
No I don't know where I'm at
I'm not here, I'm not there
I can't fine me anywhere
I'm not now I'm not then
I'm not even sure of when
Though I search I can't see
D
Or find the real me
VERSE
I tried to imagine myself as dead
But it's impossible to do
Either looking up or looking down
I was always looking through
Then I thought I was sensations
Like hunger, thirst or pain
But all of them were physical
And passed on like the rain
Next considered emotions
Anger, love and hate
None were nothing but passing friends
Not my normal state
Some things stay and others fly
Cause they are not the I
CHORUS
I thought I was the intellect
Each precious mental thought
But I can hold them out and look at them
Like a butterfly I caught
What about my quiet place
My spirituality
Even these exalted states
Still veils of reality
With every gauze I peel away
The eternal I gets brighter
But it's a lesson I'm getting closer
The layers are not the I
CHORUS