Goodbye City, where did you go
You're a long, long way from Mexico
We're outside now of this community bubble
The next step now is picking up a shovel
It's hard to think with a stone on your head
There's a fist fight king who'll punch you out tomorrow
Colonel Ray with his fishing boat
On Christmas Day in the living room
There were times I thought we had made it through
But the storm was hanging over you
I'm not lost, no more than others
I'm not lost, I won't recover
I'm not lost, and whatever
I'm a Highwayman but I've deserted the road
You're privateer but you didn't know
By 1910 we had wigwam home
Built of timber shaped like a dome
I was down and out on the brigantine
The pistons run and it's 12:18
I ran away and I did it alone
Now I'm here with a twisted bone
The rain is falling and it's coming down
But it's long race down, down to Losertown
I'm not lost, no more than others
I'm not lost, tossed in the water
I'm not lost, and whatever
Goodbye City, where did you go
You're a long, long way from Mexico
The Great Lakes of America's past
Start to drain, oh I know they won't last
It's a trick that was played on all of you
That Daniel Boone can play the kazoo
I'm not lost, no more than others
I'm not lost, without a brother
I'm not lost, and whatever
(I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not lost)