Cantering down a street with no name
Searching, searching, searching in vain
For the man that I fell for, all that time ago
Where are you now, my heart needs to know
I paraded around Paris, ogled at Oslo
Viewed Venezuela, was happy in Acapulco
But the man that I fell for, all that time ago
Was harder to find than a bull to lasso
Under rocks I peered, everywhere you could hide
Standing on the shore-line as I watched the eager tide
Where is the man I fell for, all that time ago
For I am still in love with him. I need him to know.