Jet black night, parties are going strong

Wandering now, where do I belong?

Smell of hotdogs burn on the stand

Sun goes down over the music land



CHORUS:

Lost in a field,

Last night I was...

Lost in a field.

x2



A quiet air of once crazy place

No more sounds not even a trace

Other lost souls, tired and crying

Bands plug in, feels like they're flying



CHORUS



My piece of sanity was found in a tent

He played guitar and my money was spent

On cheap beer and strong hash cakes

I'd found a home but my head it ached