I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan

Don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down Done done and I'm on to the next one Done done on to the next one All my life I've been searching for something Something never comes never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies

Where have you been, all my life? I've been everywhere, man Looking for you babe Where have you been? Looking for someone Someone who can please me Love me all night long Searching for you babe 'Cause I never see you out

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

But now they are a part of me And I've been searching for a remedy When all along it's been in front of me I'm falling on my knees right now I'm covered in the mess I made These colors used to wash right out I need you here, I need you now A life that we

Fuck that shit, let's start a riot! Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet! Let's start a riot! I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun I've been drinking way too much, but now I think

As long as you follow Now I know I can't lose I'm gonna beg, steal, or borrow Ah, but now you're here Yes, I can live today If you give me tomorrow I've been searching For a pot of gold Like the kind you find

Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing What you got if you ain't got love The kind that you just want to give away It's okay to open up Go ahead and let

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

Decent jubee running it down the line I've been searching and it's so hard to find Decent values with a decent wine Maybe it's my mind, maybe I'm blind Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind Some