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