SCENES FROM NOWHERE (Will Sexton) There are half a million people And still this town's a bore If things have scattered in all directions Things I have no use for You found yourself in New York City So I send this report Though a stamp it's hardly worth Chorus Ive gotta get out and chase a new day Through these predictable streets Scenes from nowhere Every day is just the same thing And every night just ends the same day I'm still painting simple pictures I'm still petty and self-consumed Though I'm still one of the fixtures That you left inside this room Yeah I'm divided, undecided Well what's keeping me from you? What's keeping me from you? Chorus 1x An easel and paints And a bottle of vodka Will let this still life pose For scenes from nowhere And every day is just the same thing Every night just ends the same day Chorus 1x Ive gotta get out yeah every day is just the same thing Ive gotta get out yeah every night just ends same day Ive gotta get out every day just ends the same And every night just ends the day Everything is just the same Scenes from nowhere * Thanks to A-Town TX for lyric corrections Terminal 54 www.geocities.com/terminal_54/
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