Current location:	Work
Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Melissa Etheridge—Nowhere to Go
Entry tags:	music

I wish I'd understood how poignantly beautiful this song is back when it was on the radio in the '90s.

Sadly, the music video seems to omit the second and arguably most interesting verse.

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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—
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—
Get you alone...

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 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 dancing slow—
We got nowhere to go.

We got nowhere to go...
We got nowhere to go...
You and me, you and me,
We got nowhere to go...