Manuscript

I'm lost again The map makes no sense Writing letters to historical figures Riding the train through New York or Los Angeles I lost again I'm lost again The map makes no sense Half finished manuscripts surround me So frustrating to realize what's missing and not have it Your company is lost on me My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away No flowers to hide Nothing to confide Your company is lost on me My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away My mind keeps running away