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

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've got nowhere to go



Past the Wal-Mart and the prison, down by the old VA

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 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

And we've got nowhere to go



Down by the mudddy water of the mighty Mo

In an old abandoned boxcar, 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

And we've got nowhere to go