V E R S E

Driving down from Georgia to see my mom and dad

Headed south to Florida; a place I knew so well

but the closer I got, the more confused I became

Roads I didn’t recognize, big bridges, endless lanes

Traffic backed up on the turnpike, bumper to bumper crawl

Toll fees sent straight to my phone - no booths anymore

back in ‘86, my wife and I drove that same stretch

Open road for miles, not a single car in sight

C H O R U S

Was I lost in the land, or in the land of the lost?

Where’s the Florida of years gone by?

Groves and cattle farms as far as the eye could see

Dairy farms and horse ranches scattering the countryside

Where you felt at home with the gators and the snakes

Where has it all gone, or was I in a dream?

V E R S E

Got off the turnpike at Jupiter, home of Burt Reynolds’ fame

Traffic backed up for miles, fancy cars in every lane

Big buildings everywhere, more stores than I could count

Motorhomes towing trucks worth more than my whole house

People dressed to kill, diamonds flashing in the sun

No cowboy boots, no belt buckles, no faded jeans like before

My old ‘96 Dodge van had me feeling out of place

Like the Beverly Hillbillies rolling into town

C H O R U S

Was I lost in the land, or in the land of the lost?

Where’s the Florida of years gone by?

No friendly faces, quiet roads, and scattered beaches

Just a faded day locked in my memories’ far reaches

Where you felt at home with the gators and the snakes

Where has it all gone, or was I in a dream?

All that was missing was Cha-ka and the Sleestaks

V E R S E

Arrived in Delray and what did I see?

One block of homes worth more than my whole town back home

Million-dollar mansions stretching far as the eye could see

Where were the days of skiing Lake Ida; jumping gators free?

Bass fishing till dusk, dodging cottonmouths in the trees

Driving my boat ‘55 down the canals, no houses in sight

Has everyone forgot what life is really about?

Or was it me who got left behind in time?

C H O R U S

Was I lost in the land, or in the land of the lost?

Where’s the Florida of years gone by?

Was I lost in time, in cities paved with the devil’s spit?

Where money and what you own mean more than your soul

No room to breathe with all the concrete in the way

Fancy cars and asphalt stretching far as you can see

Where has it all gone, or was I in a dream?

O U T R O

Yeah…where has it all gone?

Those empty turnpike miles with her hand on mine

Groves whispering in the wind, no sirens, no signs,

Just us and the road and the promise of tomorrow

Now the sun sets on concrete, and the quiet’s borrowed

Was I lost in the land, or just lost without you?

In the land of the lost….chasing ghosts we once knew

maybe the old Florida’s still out there somewhere

Hiding in the memories, waiting in the air

or maybe it’s gone for good, like so many things

but I carry it with me, on these worn-out dreams

Was I lost in the land…or in the land of the lost?

Lord, show me the way home.

Where the gators still watch, and the old roads don’t cost.

Yeah, where has it all gone?