© Karyn Ellis
I’m not looking for love
This foolish thing left behind.
I’m not looking for love,
But I hope it finds me.
When will you find me…
A double feature ticket to the afternoon show.
But what’s the point in laughing, even the lights are low.
A full popcorn bag on an empty seat, in an empty row.
The curtain’s going up, but I think I’ll go.
I’m not looking for love
This foolish thing left behind.
I’m not looking for love,
But I hope it finds me.
When will you find me…
A table by the kitchen it’s the only single in the house.
I brought along my favourite book, and I read it aloud.
Cause one-sided conversations kept getting me kicked out.
Is there anything else, dear? Now here’s your bill, dear.
Make room for the new round.
I’m not looking for love
This foolish thing left behind.
I’m not looking for love,
But I hope it finds me.
When will you find me…
Love, you were hiding in the back seat
You kissed me and pulled out a map of Canada and showed it to me.
Love, now I’m standing by the side of the road.
I couldn’t go – I was too afraid to leave my home.
I’m not looking for love
This foolish thing left behind.
I’m not looking for love,
But I hope it finds me.
When will you find me… love.
karyn, i think i knew this song even before i met you and was listening to it on and on at julie and george’s. still it often comes to my mind and i catch myself humming it. thank you for this wonderful song! hugs from switzerland, anita
Hi Anita! And, thanks! Hugs back at yah! xok