Lost
Journey through Existential Crossroads: Meat Puppets' 'Lost' Reflections
Lyrics
Lost on the freeway again
Feeling disoriented and directionless while driving on the freeway.
Lookin' for means to an end
Searching for a solution or purpose.
Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend
Uncertainty about the future and the path ahead.
Lost on the freeway again
Reiterating the feeling of being lost on the freeway.
Walkin' the breezeways again
Walking through open areas, possibly corridors or hallways.
Lookin' for something my friend
Seeking something meaningful.
I've grown tired of living Nixon's mess
Expressing weariness of dealing with the aftermath of Richard Nixon's era.
Walkin' the breezeways again
Revisiting the experience of walking in breezeways.
I know there'll come a day
Anticipating a future moment when someone will deny knowing the speaker.
When you say that you don't know me
Expecting a day when others claim unfamiliarity with the speaker.
I know there'll come a time
Envisaging a time when no one owes the speaker anything.
When there's nothing anybody owes me anymore
Anticipating a moment when there are no obligations from anyone.
Locked in the attic again
Feeling confined and isolated, possibly metaphorically locked in a challenging situation.
Out of the shallow and into the deep end
Moving from a superficial state to a more profound or challenging one.
I've got a wound I know will never mend
Acknowledging a lasting emotional injury that may never heal.
Locked in the attic again
Reiterating the feeling of being locked in the attic, possibly a symbol of isolation or inner struggles.
I know there'll come a day
Repeating the anticipation of a future moment of unrecognized identity.
When you say that you don't know me
Expecting a time when others will claim not to know the speaker.
I know there'll come a time
Reiterating the anticipation of a future time without obligations.
When there's nothing anybody owes me anymore
Anticipating a moment when nobody owes anything to the speaker.
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