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  1. Searchin'

From the album Bonita

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Lyrics

It seems every wintertime
I dream about romance and European streets
(and) holding someone's gentle hand
(and) laying my lips on her soft rosy cheeks.

Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary, my feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.

Is love a myth or a tragic deception?
Falsely giving hope to a lonesome obsession.
I don't know about you but that's too bleak for me.
Hopeless romantic I happen to be.

Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary. My feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.

Love is everywhere.
Why can't I catch it?
Is my net defective?
I've thrown out the line, is it time or is it my perspective?
I know you're out there, I hope you find me.

It's not the answer but the question, you see.
I've been looking out when it's inside of me.
Some people need truth while others believe.
All you need to know is that love sets you free.

Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary. My feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.
I know you're out there...