John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
John Mayer
How sad it is that time should pass
Her Majesty, the hourglass
We take the sand of bygone years
And make mud of it with all our tears
What is now compared to then
And will I ever love again?
The answer to the answer brings
The endless search for everything
The Search for Everything (Poem) was written by John Mayer.