Nowhere To Go
I know a placeDown past an old shackOn a road that goes to nowhereAin't nobody coming backWe can go there tonightWe can talk until dawnOr maybe something elseI'll leave the radio on
There's no one to hearYou might as well screamThey never woke upFrom the American dreamAnd they don't understandWhat they don't seeAnd they look through youAnd they look past meOh, you and I dancing slowAnd we got nowhere to go
Past the Wal-Mart and the prisonDown by the old V.A.Just my jeans and my t-shirtAnd my blue ChevroletIt's Saturday nightFeels like everything's wrongI've got some strawberry wineI wanna get you alone
Down by the muddy waterOf the mighty MoIn an old abandoned box carWill I ever knowDance with me foreverThis moment is divineI'm so close to heavenThis hell is not mineThis hell is not mine...