The Search and Little Else

grew up in a maze where I was afraid of the moon

and in the haze of youth I went along to look for you

and it was miles and miles

miles and miles of twist and curve





 

and it was days and days

days and days with no stone left unturned

and in my younger years I thought I had for myself

an answer for everything at ready given me to help

and in the wilderness I often ran like hell

never to let give in I'm for the search and little else

Rue Royale