The Seeker

I've looked under chairs

I've looked under tables

I've tried to find the key

To fifty million fablesThey call me the seeker

I've been searching low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I dieI asked Bobby Dylan

I asked the Beatles

I asked Timothy Leary

But he couldn't help me eitherThey call me the seeker

I've been searching low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I diePeople tend to hate me 'cause I never smile

As I ransack their homes they want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere investigating miles

I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate manI won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I dieI learned how to raise my voice in anger

Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?

I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad I cry

I've got values but I don't know how or whyI'm looking for me

You're looking for you

We're looking in at each other

And we don't know what to doThey call me the seeker

I've been searching low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I die