Gathering Field Lost In America
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
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
Under an open sky
He stands with his eyes closed
If anyone asked him why
He would not know
He's lost in America
Hell bent for no place
A rusty harmonica
That won't even play
He's lost in America...
