he stalks the night in silence he walks the streets by day and waits he watches for the perfect moment for the perfect hunt to take his aim and he looks from the corridors of power to the crowded streets of the shantytown from the shoppin’ malls to the fields of clover from the dance halls to the amazon from the inner room to the outer darkness from the station to the end of the line from the jungle to the gates of eden from creation to the end of time
and the sun comes up and the sun goes down and this lonely world of flame keeps turnin’ slowly round and round and round and round and round and the hunter is lookin’ for love
from california to the gulf stream waters from the river jordan to the heart of darkness from the empty quarter to the land down under from the frozen north to the ecuador from east of true east to west of west he is following a trail he is trying to remember he is following his heart and he watches and waits and takes his aim
and the sun comes up and the sun goes down and this lonely world of flame keeps turnin’ slowly slowly round and round and round and round and round and the hunter is lookin’ for love