Just a hazy silhouette in the background
Wishing I could track her like a blood-hound
She sends me on a chase and keeps me guessing
All the unfolding obstacles have me questioning
"Will I find Ms. Right"? I utter under my breath
As I wonder this perplexing maze, taking a left
Maybe I'm a fool to think that she's for me
Then again I haven't found her yet... my hopes grow slightly
So I'll continue until I earn my prize
That #1 woman who I'll be honored to call my bride...