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 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

Dance with me forever

This moment is divine

I'm so close to heaven

This hell is not mine

This hell is not mine...