But I can't find my watch, I can't find my wallet
The one that I love, the one that I need
And if I ever find her, how will I know, how will I know?
Somewhere to run, somewhere to go
So how in the hell am I supposed to find
And I found letters and I found levers
For all kinds of ways I can waste my time
And I hope they're happy havin' a party
And Elvis is servin' them up green apple martinis
Well, I found odd jobs and I found reasons
Hidden so high, buried so deep
So how in the hell am I supposed to find
Hidden so high, buried so deep
'Cause can't find Crazy Horse, can't find Hoffa
And I found new ways just to tell old lies
I can't find my watch, I can't find my wallet
The one that I love, one that I need
