Looking For Love
I realize I never speak to anyone
Saying everything without a phone
I realize I never speak to anyone
Saying everything without a
And the blonde and the red
And a tall brunette
In a full moon
And an empty head
In a stranger's eyes
In a starry night
On the ceiling
On the carpet
In the darkened club
In the backup-up dock
In a love song and sportscar
In a strange dream in a room full of people
And the night signs and the bright light
Nice people
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love!
Looking for love!
I realize I never speak to anyone
Saying everything without a book
In the darkened club
In the backed up dark
Had a nice dress and a mistress
And the bass line
And the bass drum, an the ceiling:
On the carpet?
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love!
Looking for love!
I realize I never speak to anyone
Saying everything without a boo
In a darkened club in the back of a top
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love in very strange places
Looking for love
Looking for love
