(From "The Gay Divorcee")
It's just like looking for a needle in a haystack
Searching for a moonbeam in the blue
Still I've gotta find you.
It's just like looking for a raindrop in the ocean,
Searching for a dewdrop in the dew,
Still I've gotta find you.
I'll roam the town in hopes that we'll meet,
Look at each face I pass on the street,
Sometimes I hear the beat of your feet,
But it's just imagination.
Though it's like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
'Cause I've gotta find you.
