The Buyer

I don't need to sell my love But I'm looking for a certain buyer I don't have to push and shove 'Cause I'm a flyer I hate to be ruthless It just isn't me I search for the truth It's all that I see I ran and took flight one day But I stumbled on a cloud The buyer, she looked my way But I didn't see her for the crowd High in the sky I look Earthward I search the whole world, heading northward I won't stop until I find the buyer But something tells me I shouldn't go higher I hate to be ruthless It just isn't me I search for the truth It's all that I see The buyer is a world traveler, I know I search in rain, I search in snow Late into the night, start early in the day And when I find her, I'll be ready to say: I hate to be ruthless It just isn't me I search for the truth It's all that I see The strange thing about it is that she's within arm's reach But why does it have to be like a million miles to me? I hate to be ruthless It just isn't me I search for the truth It's all that I see