I'd buy a map and search this whole world,
Every continent and every country and city,
On foot, shoeless,
Swimming the Atlantic,
Looking for you.
And you'd be surreal and different
From the plastic dolls that the flesh factories,
The flashing T.V. screens and fake magazine smiles,
Have set upon this small dustball planet of ours.
Somewhere on this spinning globe
You're waking up, washing your perfect face
And having coffee,
walking the dog
Or taking drags of a cigarette,
Reading, sleeping,
Drinking, dancing...
Maybe you're thinking of me
Like I'm doing right now,
And if that's the case I want you to know
That somewhere on this spinning globe
I'm setting out with that map
To look for you, like a *** soaked pirate's ghost
Eternally searching for his treasure,
I'm coming and i won't stop
Until I find you.

*Possible Title: Wandering through the Earth looking for you