The Searcher

He rode on bus to the Andes Villagers burnt tyres at the road They brandished menacing axes Fear made the pavement corrode. He sailed the rivers of the Congo Dreaming about his tender lady’s heart She played Schubert on the piano Yet Babylon waited with a dart. He walked the streets of Moscow Burning with desire for her embrace Fiery lava streaming from a volcano But his lady vanished without trace. Trouble found him in the port of Rio Exhausted he was but tried to relax Times were better in Ontario The beer foamier in Halifax. He walked the streets of New York Dreaming about his lover’s embrace He bought a bottle of wine to uncork But his lady vanished without trace.