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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