Testo Searching For Yourself

Resting my head on a cloud
I'm dead
I guess this is what it's like
After death
After death

Babe, lately I
I've been trying my hardest not to die You should take my hand
You should take my hand
Let's fly

Sambas
Big pants
Motorcycle jacket from your last man
But where is he now?
Nowhere to be found

Joshua Tree
Big Sur
Yosemite, all over
Still ain't found yourself
Still ain't found yourself
Flowers crushed in the rain
Caught between crimes of state
You sing a lonely, lonely tune
I'll learn to sing it along with you

Tangles and dirt in my hair
I live for ocean air
You sing a lonely, lonely tune
I'll follow your song to the moon