always searching for you
no matter where I am
or what I might do
I still catch myself
searching for you
in empty fields
or on soaring clouds
on mountain tops
and in busy crowds
on bullet trains
or in passing cars
in jet airplanes
or even shooting stars
on winding roads
or the library hall
in dreams, night or day
or on my bedroom wall
no matter what I do
or where I might go
I look for your smile
the prettiest I know