Lost in the wilderness so long
I forgot my song
So hellbent on being right
I forgot to be wrong
Now I'm on a long long road
Heading into that American loam
Trapped beneath a big dark dome
I hope my GPS can bring me home
Heading from the future
To some unremembered past
Bedding down in nowhere
I can recognize at last
Forced to keep on traveling
Wish I could cease this roam
Every time the setting sun brings down that gloam
I hope my GPS can bring me home
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