The night of the dream, it's raining Nothing's what it seems, mistaken Adding mysteries, embrace them As we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost A little lost, a little lost Suppose we'd all walk backwards and change directions Talk to people passing, we surely have never met And four arms could not fit in one jacket Anything that gets us distracted a little lost A little lost, a little lost, a little lost Was it goodbye, real nice or I'll miss you? Was it relaxed slowly or far too busy? The idea of logic existing These crowded mountains, all drifting a little lost A little lost, a little lost, a little lost