The Lost American

I grew up in love with living

that romantic fever burning in my soul

I was always leaving behind the ones I loved

with somewhere in particular as my goal

There I was riding off into another sunset

Damn, one more day passes on by me

No I don't think about the old days too much any more

I've worked real hard for what I've got

I look straight ahead both feet on the floor

I think I've got what everyone said I needed

believe it or not

I've been accused of

living in the past

but doesn't the past bring us who we are

well now you won't have to worry

the fever's gone

I've convinced myself that I'm happy

Guess you could say I out-grew it

I am a lucky man

I guess I never thought I'd get it out of my system

ready to give it up

I guess you could say I out-grew them...

my young ideas for staying free

lost among the litter picked up along the way

never to be sorted by me

I almost made it off into another sunset

almost, but not quite

well now you wont have to worry

the fever's gone

I've convinced myself that I'm happy

Not giving in is the hardest part of living

staying who we are tho' lost in the days

and not taking us what is given

yes, there are certainly easier ways

It's like rolling a boulder up the hill

listening to all that bull-shit swill

that spews out the mouths of those

whose courageous souls are forever frozen

Times I look back and I smile Lord

Oh nothings changed at all

But now I feel fine

I feel fine because Im finally

done with all that

all I needed was a passive mind