(Could it be that) it's just an illusion (Putting me back) in all this confusion (Could it be that) it's just an illusion (now) It's just an illusion, illusion, illusion Illusion, illusion, illusion, illusion Searching for a destiny that's mine There's

Then my heart cried oh I love you so Love you so I was lost in the world of dreams Hunting every star shining over him, it seems I watch like a shepherd boy Searching for his laughing, and dancing everywhere You can walk, yeah you catching me You and I

I've been searching for a girl like you Searching for a girl like you Feeling is mutual Looking for love I've been searching for a love like you Searching for a love like you For two will play this game Now, woah, yeah Girl, you know how much I care for

In the streets it's getting hot and the youths Them a get so cold searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo As generation comes and goes You gatta make preparation for the youths them a grow It's what you reap, it's what

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try

When you're gone, gone Other boys come and other boys go I'm looking for a lost boy caught up in the haze Searching night and day for you Can't you see I'm slipping too? I can't, I can't hold on I remember how it feels Lying in your tattooed arms

Oh, there is an answer Oh, I believe that love will find us there I am just a sailor in a great big sea Searching for what's meant for me And I thank my lucky stars every single day I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be When the storm begins to blow When

We don't need no buried treasure, No buried treasure; we don't need it. We don't stand on ceremony, But life is phony in spite of it. You can never be all you want to be When you're searching for gold; We don't need no buried treasure; I've still got

I'll be coming home I'm coming home I won't sin Tend your light 'Cause on this night I've been away Searching for a reason Another purpose to find