i ve looked under chairs i ve looked under tables i ve tried to find the key to fifty million fables they call me the seeker i ve been searching low and high i won t get to get what i m after until the day i die i asked bobby dylan i asked the beatles i asked timothy leary but he couldn t help me either they call me the seeker i ve been searching low and high i won t get to get what i m after until the day i die people tend to hate me because i never smile as i ransack their homes they want to shake my hand focusing on nowhere investigating miles they call me the seeker i ve been searching low and high i won t get to get what i m after until the day i die  i learned how to raise my voice in anger yeah but look at my face ain t this a smile i m happy when life s good and when it s bad i cry i ve got values but i don t know how or why i m looking for me you re looking for you we re looking in at other and we don t know what to do they call me the seeker i ve been searching low and high i won t get to get what i m after until the day i die1