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.
