Lost In A Field Jet black night, parties are going strongWandering now, where do I belong?Smell of hotdogs burn on the standSun goes down over the music landCHORUS: Lost in a field, Last night I was… Lost in a field.x2A quiet air of once crazy placeNo more sounds not even a traceOther lost souls, tired and cryingBands plug in, feels like they’re flyingCHORUSMy piece of sanity was found in a tentHe played guitar and my money was spentOn cheap beer and strong hash cakesI’d found a home but my head it ached BACK Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading...