I've been stumbling for years Without finding the part the part that ignites my machine I've been searchin' for something that puts my engine in start So I won't have to use gasoline
Is it something or someone that has gentle hands who will shift all my gears into go 'Til then I'll be lonesome I have no strong bands With people who tell me to do so
The streets I just walk without intention or care looking for stuff that is shining Indifferent I look As people badly fare Looking for someone who's binding
But what can I tell you I'm still laying in bed Knowing that the day when I find it That I cannot help it When it sees only red That I just can't rewind it