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• Artiste: gathering field
• Titre: Lost In America
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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...