Lookin’ for Truth in All the Wrong Places

To the tune of “Lookin’ for Love in All the Wrong Places”

You followed the mainstream and used up your youth,

Taking it for granted that they’d tell you the truth,

Playing a fool’s game, hoping to win,

Fallin’ for smooth lies and losing again.

You’ve been lookin’ for truth in all the wrong places.

Turn on the TV and you’ll see their faces,

Googling the Net.

Lookin’ for traces of what you’re yearning for,

Hoping to find a trustworthy source.

It won’t come as a matter of course.

They ain’t paid to tell you the truth.

You feel betrayed with no truth in sight,

When the black that you see they all tell you is white.

You don’t know when it started or when it might end,

But you know for sure that high tech ain’t your friend.

You’ve been lookin’ for truth in all the wrong places.

Turn on the TV and you’ll see their faces,

Googling the Net.

Looking for traces of what you’re yearning for,

Hoping to find a trustworthy source.

It won’t come as a matter of course.

They ain’t paid to tell you the truth.

Then one day you got out of your rut.

You used common sense, and you trusted your gut.

No more lookin’ for truth in all the wrong places.

Ditchin’ the TV so you won’t see their faces,

Free surfin’ the Net.

Finding the traces of what you’re yearning for,

Finding an occasional trustworthy source.

But it didn’t come as a matter of course.

Nobody’s paid to tell you the truth.

No more lookin’ for truth in all the wrong places.

Ditchin’ the TV so you won’t see their faces,

Free surfin’ the Net.

Finding the traces of what you’re yearning for,

Finding an occasional trustworthy source.

But it didn’t come as a matter of course.

Nobody’s paid to tell you the truth.

David Martin

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