From dusk till dawn
I search,
I look
From town to town,
This person I am told can give
A smile for every frown.
Up and down
These hills I look
I never seem to find
That person I am looking for,
Who is loving and so kind.
This person, I have heard
Is beautiful and true.
This person, I am told,
No one ever seemed to know.
Were they tall?
Were they short?
Were they skinny, round or droll?
Is that why they went away?
So oddly-shaped and quirky?
Was it genius? Was it madness?
Their mind mysteriously murky?
Perhaps they were the same.
A changeless, consistent routine.
Similar like all those around,
Not a difference in between.
The people I have asked--they know,
They tell me not a single lie,
And as I search and sing this song,
I see a tear in every eye.
From dusk till dawn
I search,
I look
From town to town,
A soothing song for every cry,
A smile for every frown.
I never stop to rest a tick,
My search will never tire
For this person I await,
This person I inquire.
Hot pursuit and on the trail
For this whimsical, invisible being
Every moment I think I see them
-THERE!
I catch them hurriedly fleeing.
Away from me, further and further
I turn my back to see them
-THERE!
Lurking behind a darkened door,
Under every hidden stair.
From dusk till dawn
I search
From town to town
I find
That simple song for every cry
That smile for every frown.
And so here, it seems, my search must stop,
This person never seems to be.
Because this person I am longing for
That person here is me.