The Seeker
I looked under chairsI looked under tablesI'm tryin' to find the keyTo fifty million fables
They call me the seekerI been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die
I asked Bobby DylanI asked The BeatlesI asked Timothy LearyBut he couldn't help me either
They call me the seekerI been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die
People tend to hate me'Cause I never smileAs I ransack their homesThey wanna shake my hand
Focusing on nowhereInvestigating milesI'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man
I won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in angerYeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile?I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad I cryI got values but I don't know how or why
I'm lookin' for meYou're lookin' for youWere lookin' at each otherAnd we don't know what to do
They call me the seekerI been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die
I won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die