No Face, No Name and No Number - Traffic, Stevie Winwood

I’m looking for a girl who has no face

She has no name, or number

And so I search within his lonely place

Knowing that I won’t find her

Well, I can’t stop this feeling deep in inside 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