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...