Текст Melissa Etheridge – Nowhere To Go

I know a place
Down past an old shack
On a road that goes to nowhere
Ain’t nobody coming back

There’s no one to hear
You might as well scream
They never woke up
From the American dream
And they don’t understand
What they don’t see
And they look through you
And they look past me
Oh, you and I dancing slow
And we got nowhere to go

Past the Wal-Mart and the prison
Down by the old V.A.
Just my jeans and my t-shirt
And my blue Chevrolet
It’s Saturday night
Feels like everything’s wrong
I’ve got some strawberry wine
I wanna get you alone

Down by the muddy water
Of the mighty Mo
In an old abandoned box car
Will I ever know