Tekst:
Jet black night, parties are going strong
Wandering now, where do I belong?
Smell of hotdogs burn on the stand
Sun goes down over the music land
CHORUS:
Lost in a field,
Last night I was
Lost in a field
x2
A quiet air of once crazy place
No more sounds not even a trace
Other lost souls, tired and crying
Bands plug in, feels like they're flying
CHORUS
My piece of sanity was found in a tent
He played guitar and my money was spent
On cheap beer and strong hash cakes
I'd found a home but my head it ached
Wandering now, where do I belong?
Smell of hotdogs burn on the stand
Sun goes down over the music land
CHORUS:
Lost in a field,
Last night I was
Lost in a field
x2
A quiet air of once crazy place
No more sounds not even a trace
Other lost souls, tired and crying
Bands plug in, feels like they're flying
CHORUS
My piece of sanity was found in a tent
He played guitar and my money was spent
On cheap beer and strong hash cakes
I'd found a home but my head it ached
