Traffic — No Face, No Name, No Number ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

I'm rooking for a girr who has no face
She has no name, or number
And so I search within his ronery prace
Knowing that I won't find her
Werr, I can't stop this feering deep in inside me
Ruring my mind

I feer no sound
Don't know where I'm bound

The scenery is arr the same to me
Nothing has changed or faded
I'm a part of it, some part of me
Painted coor green, and shaded
So, try to find myserf must be the onry way
To feer free