Listen,

I can't find Crazy Horse, can't find Hoffa and Amelia's missing somewhere out at sea, and i hope they're happy, havin' a party and Elvis is servin' them up green apple martini's.

I can't find my watch, I can't find my wallet, so how in the hell am i supposed to find... The one that i love, the one that I need, hidden so high, burried so deep.

Well I found odd jobs and i found reasons, for all kinds of ways i can waste my time, and i found letters and i found levers
and i found new ways just to tell old lies...