E
I know a place
Abm
down past an old shack
F#m
on a road that goes to nowhere
A
ain't nobody coming back
E
we can go there tonight
Abm
we can talk untill dawn
F#m
or maybe something else
A                   B
ill leave the radio on


E
theres no one to hear
A
you might aswell scream
E
they never woke up
A
from the American dream
E
and they dont understand
Abm
what they dont see
A
and they look through you
F#m
and they look past me
E   Abm                   F#m
oh you and i are dancing slow
A               B       E
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

down by the muddy water
of the mighty mo
in an abandoned box car
will i ever know
dance with me for ever
this moment is devine
im so close to heaven
this hell is not mine
this hell is not mine