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#19 Get Lost

There ain't nothin' I'd do for a line of cocaine
I ain't never hung myself to dry in the rain
All in all I got no cause to complain
But sometimes you kinda wanna get lost

I don't want your handful of greasy tips
Don't you force that cigarette between my lips
All I hear is the sound of them radar blips
Sometimes you kinda wanna get lost

Lost like you know you don't know where you're goin'
Wanna cover your tracks, so you pray for the snow
and you open your eyes and it's dark as you please
Gotta love the break in the trees

Like a cold dead fire with one ember to bank
Like the hostess in the kitchen with no one left to thank
You're standing steady, looking ready and blank
Sometimes you kinda wanna get lost

Like a hot .45 with one shot left to go
Like a sycophant waintin' for Jesus to show
Your palms are sweatin' to get up and get a-gettin'
Sometimes you kinda wanna get lost

Lost like you know you don't know what you're doin'
Got the shirt on your back, got a hole in your shoe
Got a horse with no name, got a point but no aim
Sometimes you kinda wanna get lost

Lost like the vessel of sin in the sun
Lost like the soldier when the battle is won
Lost...

There ain't nothin' I'd do for a line of cocaine
I ain't never hung myself to dry in the rain
All in all, I got no cause to complain...
But sometimes you kinda wanna get lost.


Recorded and Mixed by Steve Postell at Katonah Studios in Los Angeles, CA
Steve Postell - Dobro, Shaker
Olivia Brownlee - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Song
Therese Barron - Professional Listener


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