For you I searched and scoured,
Any place I thought you might be,
Climbing great tall towers,
Using every chance to see.
Search the Amsterdam coffee house,
The Canadian border-line,
In every hole of every mouse,
Behind every oak and pine.
And you'll own every Zeppelin album,
Have Jim Morrison on your door,
Dressing in plaid and denim,
We'll split our stash and soar.
With you things are just grande,
Climbing to the moon,
You'll stop my fall and catch my hand,
We'll be there by noon.
The trip home is just as fun,
The Milky Way was sweet,
It slid us past the sun,
And I'm so glad my search led us to meet.