lyrics

I’ve been going nowhere

On a road over stolen ground

Through the mountains on the highway &

Under the overpass outside of town.

In the branches of a white pine

With sticky hands, stuck with me.

“THOUSANDS BURIED” in the headlines and

Ribbons hung like band-aids on a gangrenous site.

They renamed the rivers, renamed the towns,

Tainted the water, cut the white pine down.

Laid the steel rails on the railroad ties

With Spike Mauls, and dynamite

Blasted holes through the hillside and

Under the overpass outside of town

They renamed the rivers, renamed the towns

Tainted the water, cut the white pine down

Asphalt meanders through trash outlines

A windswept silhouette mile after mile

Tattoos on the rocks where the signal runs dry

under the overpass outside of town

They renamed the rivers, renamed the towns

Tainted the water, cut the white pine down

Laid the steel rails on the railroad ties

Underhanded and anglicized

Blasted holes into young minds and

Under the overpass outside of town

Under the overpass outside of town

Under the overpass outside of town

I’m tired of going to work

In my khaki pants and matching plaid shirt

I drink coffee ‘til my head hurts

I’m starting the feel my age

Got stuck in a rut along the way

of monotonous lunch and traffic delays 

I’m going somewhere you won’t know

Panama or Mexico 

But I’ll write letters home

I’ll be out there somewhere

On a road going nowhere

But you won’t find me

The bills all pile up

The wolves at the door are thirsty for blood

Side jobs and hustling is just not enough

My lady ran away. 

Got a brand new man and that’s where she stays.

If money talks, I’ve got nothing to say.

I’m going somewhere you won’t know

Panama or Mexico 

But I’ll write letters home

I’ll be out there somewhere

On a road going nowhere

But you won’t find me

Hey, how are you doing tonight?

If it’s not a lot of trouble can I bum a ride

I’m not from town, I’m just passing by

Go anywhere you want to go

Panama or Mexico

Let me out when you’re heading home

And I’ll go out there somewhere 

on a road going nowhere

I’ll be breathing the ocean air

But you won’t find me

But you won’t find me

I close my eyes and I'm floating down river

With you by my side

You take my hand and wallow in the sun

High & dry

Now picture yourself standing by the treeline

Something‘s calling you in

In a few steps, you’re swallowed whole

And you let it out

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Days go by and we cut our way back home

Hungry and tired

We shake our heads cause the parking lot is empty

But maybe we’re crazy

Hey-ey-ey-ey

I don’t want to die in a modern world

I don’t want to have to lock my door

I don’t want to live like we’ve been living

Hey-ey-ey-ey

You can try to take a picture

But you can’t capture what you’re after

You can try and tell the story

You’ll never get it right

I got lost in the nuance

Of ancient rock reaching for the heavens

Drowning hands desperate for salvation

& given life again

I cried. I ain’t afraid to admit

If i died, I’d argue it was worth it

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

The come down’s never easy

When your heads been in the clouds

But when it's you I fall into

I’m alright

I cried. I ain’t afraid to admit

If i died, I’d argue it was worth it

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

I see your face in the hillside

And in the waves of the skyline 

I cried

If I died, I’d argue it was worth it

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to you

Somebody’s screaming bloody Mary in the street.

Somebody else shoots the gun.

There’s a drummer in the distance swaying off the beat,

And the feral dogs sing along.

Somebody’s screeching their tires again 

in some shitbox car made louder than a jet.

Going all out, trying to impress.

All show; no finesse.

It’s just the sounds around here.

You never really know what you’re gonna hear.

It ain’t always nice, it ain’t always pretty,

It ain’t Tina Turner, it ain’t Tom Petty; It’s downtown.

There’s a woman on the corner well out if her prime,

A little worse for wear and robbed of pride.

There ain’t a lot of ways these days to make a dime,

And the good ol’ boys keep coming back.

There’s an old man, grandad, reaching down

For sidewalk-cigarettes somebody chucked on the ground.

He’s in his golden days and he ain’t got long now.

They’ve been saying that for years.

It’s just the sounds around here.

You never really know what you’re gonna hear.

It ain’t always nice, it ain’t always pretty,

It ain’t James Brown, it ain’t Elvis Presley; 

It’s downtown.

It’s just the sounds around here.

You never really know what you’re gonna hear.

It ain’t always nice, it ain’t always pretty,

It ain’t George Jones and it ain’t Liza Minnelli; 

It’s downtown.

I hit the wall in a dead end town

All my friends scattered around

Some headed west, some laid low

Me myself, I hit the road

They don’t know me like you do

You can wave me down like search and rescue

And I’ll come running like a year old dog

Five months or five minutes is way too long

My old man runs the general store

The register don’t ring much no more

There's prime real estate on the bulletin board

& he still goes in early

He doesn’t know it like I do

And I ain't got the heart to tell the truth

The years go by but he’s the same old dog

He’ll find a way to carry on

Lay me here when I go

And let the people serenade my soul

They don’t know me like you do

You can wave me down

They don’t know me like you do

You can wave me down like search and rescue

And I’ll come running like a year old dog

Five months or five minutes is way too long

They don’t know me

They don’t know me

They don’t know me like you do

They don’t know me

They don’t know me

They don’t know me like you do

The sun goes away and the ghosts go dancing

My spirit is restless until the morning

Out on the front porch with the angels and heathens

I go through the motions, a voice keeps calling me, calling me in

Saturday night I’m the king of the world

Sunday morning I bury my head

I take cover under the covers

A vampire on a queen-sized bed

I saw you in the bright lights walking by the marina

I’m standing in a long line, I’m dying to see ya

They let ‘em in two by two. “Table for one in a dark booth”.

I hear you’re climbing the ladder and keep going in circles again and again

Saturday night I’m the king of the world

Sunday morning I bury my head

I take cover under the covers

A vampire on a queen sized bed

Oh

Oh

Saturday night I’m the king of the world

Sunday morning I bury my head

I take cover under the covers

A vampire on a queen-sized bed

Saturday night I’m the king of the world

Sunday morning I bury my head

I take cover under the covers

A vampire on a queen-sized bed

I had a dream

I was 18 and it was 1943

I was standing on a beach near Rome

With a rifle in my hand

I was just old enough to be a man

But, I was scared like a child

I had a picture of you

You we’re looking at me 

the way you do and I said to myself

I’ll be the last 

I’ll be the last man standing

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

I ain’t going down

Through the olive groves

Over cobblestone

I found my way

But I was captured

I threw my pride away

There was a voice when they called my name

I’ll be the last 

I’ll be the last man standing

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

I ain’t going down

La-da-da-da-da-da la-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da la-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da la-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da la-da-da

I’ll be the last 

I’ll be the last man standing

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

I ain’t going down

Put a mark by an open door

So you can smile when we’re not here anymore

And all you’ve got are the memories

Keep the postcards in the old junk drawer

With the matches, and the thumb tacks, and the yarn

For when you’re diggin’ for a memory

If we could remember being together like being apart

If we lived forever I wouldn’t need to keep you close to my heart

At least I’ve got the memories

Take a walk with your best friend

And take the time to take it in

Take a picture in the living room

When we’re all drunk and acting like fools

Today could be a memory

If we could remember being together like being apart

If we lived forever I wouldn’t need to keep you close to my heart

At least I’ve got the memories

When you don’t know my face no more

& I’m just a stranger walking on your floor

I’ll think back to that open door in my memory