Standin' in a pouring rain on a cold Chicago day A worn and battered suitcase in my hand Watch the trains pullin' in and out the people are rushin' about Wondering what goes to the making of a man Searching for the morning sun and anyplace and everyone Lord I've got a troubled mind looking for something that I might never find Sittin' on a crowded train a ticket in my right hand Nothing but confussion on my mind Now there's been several towns thought I'd lay my wandering down I tried 'em once then I left them all behind Searching for the morning sun... Searching for the morning sun.. Looking for something that I might never find