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. J
ust 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

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...