I lost my voice in London calling,
I broke my heart in Hollywood,
 [bad word] Miami, you don't understand me,
You know you hurt so good.
I broke apart in Paris, baby,
And this road does not lead to Rome.
When I find I'm going nowhere, I must be headed home.

You've gotta get lost.
You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up and beaten down.
That's where you find yourself.

I got [bad word] in Barcelona.
New York City fed my soul,
Dirty Vegas stole my money,
and left me laying low.
I left my eyes in Boston crying,
I took my time in Tokyo,
I met a Misfit in New Jersey but walk this road alone.

You've gotta get lost,
You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down.
That's where you find yourself.

I learned some lessons in Seattle with angles in Virginia snow.
For what it's worth, I needed Dallas, and now [bad word] home.

You've gotta get lost,
You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down.
That's where you find yourself.