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 somethin' else, I'll leave the radio on, the radio on 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 dancin' slow, 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 Well, it's Saturday night, it feels like everything's wrong I've got some strawberry wine, I wanna get you alone, get you alone 'Coz 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 dancin' slow, we got nowhere to go Down by the muddy water of the mighty Mo In an old abandoned 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 dancin' slow, we got nowhere to go We got nowhere to go, we got nowhere to go We got nowhere to go You and me, you and me, you and me Got nowhere to go © M L E MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com