I wanted to get lost in America
just pack my stuff and close the door
leave some place called home behind
and see whatís on the other side of the sunset.
And I hope you donít mind
If I get lost in America.

The mystique of the highway,
of the truckers, the bikers and me,
Lives unseen beneath old glorious skies
Living dreams on the other side of the sunset.
Now donít hedge your bet
When I get lost in America.

Five minutes to cross the Mississippi
Eight hours to drive through Arkansas
A day and a half to call Texas home
I canít get lost on the other side of the sunset.
ëCause itís still America
And my home is America
I canít get lost in America.