Lost In America Lyrics - The Gathering Field

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 

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