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...