Ive looked under chairs
Ive looked under tables
Ive tried to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me The Seeker
Ive been searching low and high
I wont get to get what Im after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldnt help me either
People tend to hate me
Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They want to shake my hand
Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
Im a seeker
Im a really desperate man
I wont get to get what Im after
Till the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, aint this a smile?
Im happy when lifes good
And when its bad I cry
Ive got values but I dont know how or why
Im looking for me
Youre looking for you
Were looking in at other
And we dont know what to do
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