Tell me, have you found it yet? Was it in his arms? Or did he let you down again? And empty as before Was it in your dreams fulfilled? Or when you looked inside? And followed heart's every whim Or just another try? Was is it in your empty glass? Or on your empty plate? Tell me aren't you tired yet? Of no joy that remains? Times before I've seen that face And in those hungry eyes You're in love with what you hate An addict that complies Tell me when you're tired friend And know you cannot find What it is you're looking for And I will tell you why