Wanderlost

cactus in the background
Faded paint on dinosaurs
Grazing into nothing at all
Another closed down family store
What’s the point in all this dreaming
If you can’t look me in the eyes
What’s the point in changing scenery
Did we just come here to die
Room 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn
Mr. Parsons is a guest
He lost his head and died alone
In room 8, he took his final rest
What’s the point in all this dreaming
If you can’t look me in the eyes
What’s the point in changing scenery
Did we just come here to die
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
All alone again, this isolation is my friend
I feel like I am close to getting lost
I scream this melody I talk peace
You’re vanished from my life like midwestern frost
I feel like I am close to getting lost
I feel like I am close to getting lost
Wanderlost
Headed south on 1−11
An elephant in neon lights
The palm trees fade into nothing at all
As the days blend into nights
haze out in the distance
A burst of green comes into sight
A constant breeze surrounds the north side
The dust that rests our southern eyes
What’s the point in all this dreaming
If you can’t look me in the eyes
What’s the point in changing scenery
Did we just come here to die
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
Wanderlost
All alone again, this isolation is my friend
I feel like I am close to getting lost
I scream this melody I talk peace
You’re vanished from my life like midwestern frost
I feel like I am close to getting lost
I feel like I am close to getting lost
Wanderlost