Lyrics

[Verse 1 — Low, Smoky Baritone]
I’ve had perfume on my pillow
From women whose last names I forgot
Had pretty faces in my doorway
But pretty never filled the empty spot
I’m tired of midnight conversations
That disappear when morning comes
Tired of giving out my number
To another almost-one
I need a woman who can hear me
When I haven’t found the words
One who knows a man gets lonely
Even when he looks assured
[Chorus — Warm Chest-Voice Rise]
I’m looking for something real
Something I can wake up believing
A woman who won’t love me loudly
Then leave without a reason
I want a hand that stays in mine
When the money and the good times leave
I’m looking for something real
And I won’t stop till something real finds me
[Verse 2 — Intimate, Behind the Beat]
I want bare feet in my kitchen
Her robe hanging from my chair
Want her laughter down the hallway
And her favorite records everywhere
I want arguments with purpose
Not cruel words we can’t retrieve
Want the kind of grown-up loving
That knows when to stay and when to breathe
She don’t have to come in perfect
I’ve got damage of my own
Just bring honesty to my table
And make my restless spirit home
[Chorus — Stronger Delivery]
I’m looking for something real
Something I can wake up believing
A woman who won’t love me loudly
Then leave without a reason
I want a hand that stays in mine
When the money and the good times leave
I’m looking for something real
And I won’t stop till something real finds me
[Bridge — Gospel-Rooted Climb]
I’ve had enough of borrowed bodies
Enough of names that fade by noon
I want a woman who can take my truth
And still make room
Someone I can touch with patience
Someone I can trust with scars
Someone who wants the man inside me
Not the image from afar
[Final Chorus — Passionate Baritone Belt]
I’m looking for something real
A love that doesn’t scare from pressure
A woman who can hold my weakness
And still respect my strength
I want a night that leads to morning
And a morning built to last
I’m looking for something real
Not another woman passing through my past
[Outro — Falsetto Touches]
Where are you, woman?
I know you’re somewhere near
I saved the faithful part of me
For the one who comes sincere
No more almost
No more maybe
No more love that disappears
I’m looking for something real
Something worthy of my years