Teksty: Pete Townshend. The Seeker.

Looked under chairs
Looked under tables
Tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

They call me, The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't find what I'm after
'Til the day I die

I asked my idols
The questions to my mother
I bought tickets just anywhere
Hoping to discover

They call me, The Seeker
I've been looking low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
'Til the day I truly die

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They wanna shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

Asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
Asked Timothy Leary
But he didn't help me either

They call me, The Seeker
I've been looking low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
'Til the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
But now, look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad, I cry
I got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking at each 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
'Till the day I die

I won't get to get what I'm after
'Til the day I die