The Search

If you came looking for an answer  
  this is the wrong place  
  
I am hard, worn out and tired  
  I will not tell you what you  
want to hear.  
    
I searched for it, lived for it  
   traded my youth in the pursuit of it.  
  
I read about it, heard about it in music and watched the myth performed by celluloid heroes.  
  
I was lifted up by the prospect of it  
  than  
always crushed in the end by the absence of it.  
  
   I am the last romantic  
living in a world of no romance  
 
   And yet this fool still believes