Lost in America

I scare Suzie, Mom, and Dad Every time the screen door slams Not been sleeping much at night Keep seeing those same things over and over in my mind I'll get my wheels back on the track Thinking this week maybe the week after that I'll find me a good paying job that buys me just a little bit more As far as I see I 've got to work a little bit more Oh I need to work it on out Need to work it on out It was God and country, cash in hand For a one-way ticket off to them far east blowing sands I won't forgive and I can't forget All that I saw and those things that I did Thought I'd find me a way to put the Past behind me, it's a part of me now Far as I see got to work a little bit more Oh I need to work it on out Need to work it on out My brother Ron looked up to me Now he comes by the apartment twice a week Just to make sure that I'm doing ok I think it's time for me to leave Get on off the grid and outside this society So I moved into the wild In an issue tent far out in the jungles of Hawaii Where I won't be found Living in and out of the battle sounds Giving life and blood to become Just another one Lost In America Just another one Lost In America Under spacious skies And purple mountain high On the other side Of the stars and stripes I'm your favorite son Lost In America