if i'm lost or found

strange footsteps in the basement
dark shadows in the closet
a noise of chained animals
and that jungle sound
asking if i'm lost or found
well,  i'm wasting away
in this wasted land
hanging by a silver thread
counting how many words i've said
since the dawn of time
how few of them rhyme
jumping the boat
clearing my throat
swimming against the tide
going for a corvette ride
feeling my heart beat
speeding on the American main street
with a gift package in my hand
there's the Revolutionary War band
and their fife and drum
marching across the sacred parade ground
and that jungle sound
asking if i'm lost or found.