Standard (EADGBE)

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 untill dawn

or maybe something else

ill leave the radio on

theres no one to hear

you might aswell scream

they never woke up

from the American dream

and they dont understand

what they dont see

and they look through you

and they look past me

oh you and i are dancing slow

and we got nowhere to go

past the wal-mart and the prison

down by the old va

just my jeans and my t-shirt

and a blue chevrolet

its saturday night

feels like everythings wrong

ive got some strawberry wine

i want to get you alone