Get Lost

I lost my voice in London calling,

I broke my heart in Hollywood,

Damn Miami, you don't understand me,

You know you hurt so good.

I broke apart in Paris, baby,

And this road does not lead to Rome.

When I find I'm going nowhere, I must be headed home.

You've gotta get lost.

You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up and beaten down.

That's where you find yourself.

I got drunk in Barcelona.

New York City fed my soul,

Dirty Vegas stole my money,

and left me laying low.

I left my eyes in Boston crying,

I took my time in Tokyo,

I met a Misfit in New Jersey but walk this road alone.

You've gotta get lost,

You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down.

That's where you find yourself.

I learned some lessons in Seattle with angles in Virginia snow.

For what it's worth, I needed Dallas, and now I'm coming home.

You've gotta get lost,

You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down.

That's where you find yourself.