The Gathering Field - Lost In America lyrics

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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...