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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
Fuelled 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
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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
His 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
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