The Seeker

Oh yeah

I looked under chairs, I looked under tables
I tried to find the key, to fifteen million fables
They 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

Well, I asked Bobby Dylan, I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary, but he couldn't help me either
They 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

People tend to hate me, 'cause I never smile
When I ransack their homes, they want to shake my hand
I'm focusing on nowhere, I'm investigating miles
I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man, yeah

I won't get to get what I'm after till the day I die

I learnt how to raise my voice in anger
Hey, but look at my face, ain't this a smile
Well, I'm happy when it's good, and when it's bad I cry
I've got values, but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me, you're looking for you
We're looking at each other, but we don't know what to do
They 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
Won't they tell me, till the day I die