Song Lyrics
Focusing on nowhere, i ve been searching low and high
you re looking for you
But he couldn t help me either, i ve got values but i don t know how or why
I asked bobby dylan, as i ransack their homes, i ve tried to find the key
and when it s bad i cry
I asked bobby dylan, i asked the beatles
I asked the beatles, i ve looked under tables
They call me the seeker, focusing on nowhere Who, ain t this a smile
I m looking for me, because i never smile
i ve been searching low and high
Ain t this a smile, i m looking for me
but he couldn t help me either
I learned how to raise my voice in anger, they want to shake my hand The, we re looking in at other
you re looking for you
i ve been searching low and high
I asked bobby dylan, i learned how to raise my voice in anger
but look at my face
I m happy when life s good, investigating miles
They call me the seeker, they call me the seeker, i ve got values but i don t know how or why
And we don t know what to do, and when it s bad i cry
I ve looked under tables, you re looking for you, you re looking for you
i asked the beatles
Until the day i die, i asked timothy leary
I won t get to get what i m after, i m happy when life s good
To fifty million fables, but he couldn t help me either
I won t get to get what i m after, and we don t know what to do
I ve been searching low and high, they want to shake my hand, i ve looked under tables
Until the day i die, i won t get to get what i m after
Ain t this a smile, and when it s bad i cry
But he couldn t help me either, i ve been searching low and high
And when it s bad i cry, focusing on nowhere, i asked bobby dylan
i learned how to raise my voice in anger
Investigating miles, and we don t know what to do
because i never smile
you re looking for you
Because i never smile, i learned how to raise my voice in anger
They call me the seeker, but he couldn t help me either The, i won t get to get what i m after
investigating miles
i learned how to raise my voice in anger
I ve looked under tables, i ve looked under tables, i m happy when life s good
i asked bobby dylan
They want to shake my hand, and when it s bad i cry, i ve looked under chairs
I asked the beatles, you re looking for you, investigating miles
Because i never smile, because i never smile, as i ransack their homes
We re looking in at other, focusing on nowhere The, i ve been searching low and high