Nowhere to Go-Melissa Etheridge.

I know a place, down past an old shack,
on a road that goes to nowhere,
ain't nobody coming back.
We can go there tonight,
we can talk until dawn,
or maybe something else,
i'll leave the radio on.

There's on one to hear,
you might as well scream,
they never woke up from the American dream.
And they don't understand
what don't they see,
and they look through you
and they look past me
Oh, you and I dancing slow,
we got nowhere to go.

Past the walmart and the prison,
down by the old VA,
just my jeans and my t-shirt,
and my blue chevrolet.
Well it's saturday night,
it feels like everythings wrong
I've got some strawberry wine
I want to get you alone,
get you alone.

Cause 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,
we've got nowhere to go.

Down by the muddy water,
of the mighty mo,
in an old abadoned box car,
will I ever know,
Dance with me forever,
this moment is divine,
I'm so close to heaven,,
this hell is not mine,
this hell is not mine.

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,
we've got nowhere to go.
We've got nowhere to go,
we've got nowhere to go,
we've got nowhere to go...