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

Here I am, oh here I am, here I am I can help you find what you've been searching for Oh here I am, come to me, take my hand because I believe I can give you all the love you need and more Oh here I am, oh here I am, here I am And here I am, oh here I

I made more waves than the ocean What nobody knows, nobody knows I’m just a ghost that’s starting to show I’ve been on the wrong side searching for love If I could live forever Could I be wrong about everything? Days feeling hollow Against my will they

It's purpose now revealed in silence Keep searching, question if this light ends I've been a victim to the blade against myself Bloodletting all of my soul Suck in, paralyzed in this vortex Reduced to silence In the dark I've lingered too long This

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

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

There's a scarecrow in the garden That looks like Lucifer And I've been reading Revelations With my bare feet in the river Well, he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He

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

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

When you left me I've been searching all the corners of my room Sweeping dust and memories beneath the carpet that we purchased Somewhere on some cool retreat Somewhere in Africa somewhere I've been trying to catch my breath From the illusion that I lost