Lyrics

I’ve been searching for a man that they call James.
Searching with a hat and bag to my name.
They say he’s beautiful in mind,
But he’s haunted by his past life.
That’s my life.

I’ve been searching in the wishing well of hope.
Searching, hoping, wishing you’ll call this home.
They say he found his new home,
But he went there all alone.
That’s not home.

But James, won’t you show me you’re the same,
Man I know from the old days,
With that smile upon your face,
Won’t you show that to me James.
James, James.

I’ve been searching for the man I used to know.
They say he made his own way up to the coast.
They say he found a new smile,
But he’s giving up on life now.
His life now.

But James, won’t you show me you’re the same,
Man I know from the old days,
With that smile upon your face,
Won’t you show that to me James.
James, James, James, James.
James, James, James, James.
James, James, James.