the squirrel crossed the road   like a ribbon on a fan   and the afternoon cicada   threw a spell across this land   and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks   and threw a friend upon the sand       oh None   now I understand   that the searching never stops   until you have a man in mind   second booth the King's Head   leave the ordinary men behind   go ask them to play   all the glorious love songs they can find       as for you, Dewar   now I understand   that the searching never stops   until you have a drink in hand   drinking to your gloom   in the slow-whirl licensed room   ah, yes - she was lovely   you told us (many times)   'neath the moon       the squirrel crossed the road   like a ribbon on a fan...       oh Madam   now I understand   that the searching never stops   until things are out of hand   then you jump up to heaven   pull down the wrath of God   you're alive when men are falling down   suspended when they're not       and oh Thomas   now I understand   that the searching never stops   until you are a man   whether early morning hunting deer   or women in the sand   that measured raging overdrive   makes you feel alive   a man       the squirrel crossed the road   like a ribbon on a fan...       oh Sal   now I understand   that the searching never stops   until you're in a foreign land   haunting yourself at Delphi   or melting in Lausanne   or good times in Marbella   (yes - you have a lovely tan)       and Oh Little One   now I understand   that your searching never stops   until you leave your head   you want peace   thank God you laugh at what your friends said   they said - barefoot in the Himalayas   he'll just find his feet have spread   but in you I have greatest faith       the squirrel crossed the road   like a ribbon on a fan   and the afternoon cicada   threw a spell across this land   and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks   and threw a friend upon the sand