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Gathering Field
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Lost In America
Lyricist:Deasy William P
Snow on the railroad tracks Dogs in the moonlight Stoned out on Kerouac Tryin' to get it just right
A phone in a dim lit room Rings out forever In a time that was still too soon But why should he care?
He had a rambling soul He drank a bottle of cheap wine Turned up his collar to the cold And waited, he waited for a sign
Fueled by amphetamines And visions of beauty As far as the eye could see Was all that he strived for
A waitress in Tennessee Said he looked like Jesus He silenced her raging sea Then walked out the door Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
He had a rambling soul He drank a bottle of cheap wine Turned up his collar to the cold And waited, he waited for a sign Oh, he waited for a sign
Under an open sky He stands with his eyes closed If anyone asked him why He would not know
He's lost in America He's hell bent for no place A rusty harmonica That won't even play
He's lost in America He's hell bent for no place A rusty harmonica That won't even play, yeah, alright, alright
He's lost in America He's lost in America
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