'Cause can't find Crazy Horse, can't find Hoffa

And Amelia's missing somewhere out at sea
Somewhere to run, somewhere to go
Hidden so high, buried so deep
And if I ever find her, how will I know, how will I know?
Hidden so high, buried so deep
So how in the hell am I supposed to find
Well, I found odd jobs and I found reasons
So how in the hell am I supposed to find
The one that I love, one that I need
And I found letters and I found levers
But I can't find my watch, I can't find my wallet
I can't find my watch, I can't find my wallet
The one that I love, the one that I need
For all kinds of ways I can waste my time

And Elvis is servin' them up green apple martinis
And I hope they're happy havin' a party

And I found new ways just to tell old lies