I Looked For You

I looked for comfort in nostalgia Like water in a wishing well Looked for solace in the moment Like a new friend in a prison cell I looked for things I didn’t know And things I guess I do O, Baby I looked for you I looked for absinthe in a dark room Like Van Gogh in his cafe I looked for romance in Pamplona Like a suicidal Hemingway I looked in my imagination But that was all used up and through O, sweet Baby I looked for you I looked for prostitutes in Bedlam And those Babylonian whores For their magnanimous redemption As they flogged me down onto all fours I looked for women that I didn’t know The forlorn and the few O, Baby Then I looked for you I looked for you I traced the clues Misled once in awhile Tricked by the occasional ruse I looked for beatific evidence In the collected works of Christ From the Ark of the Repentant To the great sanctimonious device I looked for a face on the woven shroud Played the Immaculate Peek-a-boo O Jesus, I looked for you. 2010