Lyrics

I been walking I been talking.. seems like a million miles
Thru some good times, thru the blues...thru these earthly trials
I've worked the shipyards. Drove the highways
All across this land
Wandered thru back Country where fireflies still dance

Oh but sometimes I feel... so far from my home (it's all could be goin wrong)(like I don't belong)
So I pick up my Six string and get Lost in a Song

The freeways filled with people racin chasin their dreams
Aint it funny how the end of the rainbow is always just out of reach
And the Dollar travels round this world In the blink of an eye
Makes you wonder how a workin man can ever hope to survive

The Sunday paper lands with a thud out on the Porch
There's a frontpage picture of the local gang takin down the liquor store
Yeah everythings changing all the time it's a world of static and noise
You try to hang on to some kind of truth and make a choice