Een single van de LP van Traffic, Mr. Fantasy, die mij na vijftig jaar nog steeds weet te betoveren.
I’m looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name, or number
And so I search within this lonely place
Knowing that I won’t find her
Well, I can’t stop this feeling deep inside of me
Ruling my mind
I feel no sound
Don’t know where I’m bound
The scenery is all the same to me
Nothing has changed or faded
I’m a part of it, some part of me
Painted cool green, and shaded
So, try to find myself must be the only way
To feel free
I feel no sound
Don’t know where I’m bound
I’m looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name, or number
No face, no name, no number, 1968