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.