Text: Switchfoot. Incomplete.

He's washing his face to start his day
He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever shows him what's within
Now he's checking out the faces on the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him

And he starts his engine
But he knows he's missing gears

Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
'Cause you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts and let yourself be found

He's sick of the race to just save face
He's tired and tried, he's sick and tired
He's tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete
He'll push the pedal to the floor like the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his means

So he starts his engine
But he knows he's missing gears

Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
'Cause you're the missing person now
Step outside the doubts and let yourself be found

So he starts his engine
But he knows that he's missing gears

Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you lose yourself?
'Cause you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts and let yourself be found
And let yourself be found and let yourself be found