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..
Ohh
You and I dancin' slow..
And 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 **** is not mine..
This **** 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..
Ohh
You and I dancin' slow..
And we got nowhere to go..