| Song | Find Me, Ruben Olivares |
| Artist | Mark Kozelek |
| Album | If You Want Blood |
| Find Me, Ruben Olivares | |
| Lyrics: Ace | |
| Meet me in Leon near Mexico City | |
| Where I remember you clear | |
| Meet me at night, St. Louis, Missouri | |
| Where I first saw you | |
| There is a scent that linger around me | |
| Find me wherever I go | |
| There are the pictures sad but so pretty | |
| Lakes and sunsets | |
| Find me asleep near deserts and oceans | |
| Places I couldn't have dreamt | |
| They are all cold and frozen without you | |
| They are nothing | |
| Chase me down Sycamore | |
| Like you did not long before | |
| Play you old brown guitar | |
| And shine so bright | |
| There is a trail that winds around the river | |
| There is a bench on the ground | |
| Those are the beds in the rooms that we slept in | |
| Those are the songs we found | |
| Find me in streets searching for something | |
| Something somehow that I lost | |
| Find me in life faking for someone | |
| Someone as good | |
| Look for me like you did | |
| On the days I ran and hid | |
| Bring your old gifts you brung | |
| And find me here | |
| There is a world big as a mountain | |
| There is a world to be shared | |
| Still there is love tall as a mountain | |
| Still there is love |
| Find Me, Ruben Olivares | |
| Lyrics: Ace | |
| Meet me in Leon near Mexico City | |
| Where I remember you clear | |
| Meet me at night, St. Louis, Missouri | |
| Where I first saw you | |
| There is a scent that linger around me | |
| Find me wherever I go | |
| There are the pictures sad but so pretty | |
| Lakes and sunsets | |
| Find me asleep near deserts and oceans | |
| Places I couldn' t have dreamt | |
| They are all cold and frozen without you | |
| They are nothing | |
| Chase me down Sycamore | |
| Like you did not long before | |
| Play you old brown guitar | |
| And shine so bright | |
| There is a trail that winds around the river | |
| There is a bench on the ground | |
| Those are the beds in the rooms that we slept in | |
| Those are the songs we found | |
| Find me in streets searching for something | |
| Something somehow that I lost | |
| Find me in life faking for someone | |
| Someone as good | |
| Look for me like you did | |
| On the days I ran and hid | |
| Bring your old gifts you brung | |
| And find me here | |
| There is a world big as a mountain | |
| There is a world to be shared | |
| Still there is love tall as a mountain | |
| Still there is love |