I got lost in the idea of what I wantedWhat I was looking forOnly I am not lostIm hereI just got lost along the wayI got lost on the on the shipWhen coming overAnd when I’m in the bottomOf the ship it easyToo see how you get lostMy people ate potatoesBecause that’s all they had to eatBut look all the things weDid to potatoesThat we didn’t see back thenYeah that’s rightMy people are eatingMash potatoes, tator tots, home fries andHow can you forget were eating French fires!I look up in the bottom of the boat andNow I knowI am not lostFor I am travelingI am looking at new land,Trees, endless oceans,I’ve got my head up in the cloudsAnd I’m surfing themI am building road along the wayI am building highways, overpasses,Airway, space, circles.I’m creating circles.Yeah who the fuck thought of thisIs what I think of?When I’m driving through oneAnd while I’m driving I amSeeing roadwork, traffic signs,Traffic lightsI trust in.I trust in these light because they areAlways greener on the other side.And I’m seeing exits.And one exit thatI get off on everydayIts exit 10Where I got to a whole on a wall.Where I loose myself in the dayWhere I listen to reggaeThe beach boysI’m not looking for anythingFor I already found itI found myselfThis what my people wantThis is what we came over to doMy peopleAnd out of hundred namesOut of the thousandsThere were twoO’Boyle and McDermott.And there’s no aggie.There’s i.e.And I never caredFor grammar school.Because I knew when theyTaught me that I doesn’t come after eI began to question my nameAnd my grams told meNever to question your nameAnn aggie McDermottThere’s no O’BoyleBecause my peopleDropped the oWhenComing overBut they weren’t on the way to AmericaThey were on the way to Cape May