Sometimes this city burns a little too brightYou can't tell if it's day or if it's nightI'm going off the grid in my GMCNo GPS is gonna find meThis road I'm on is rolling out of sightI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beSitting in an old chairWith a guitar on my kneeRain on a tin roof singing to a six-string melodyI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beWhen that black top finally turns to clayThat's when I feel a smile back on my faceI'm going back to the well that feeds my soulWith a bucket of beer and a fishing poleI'm going, going, goneWithout a traceI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beSitting in an old chairWith a guitar on my kneeRain on a tin roof singing to a six-string melodyI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beOohSometimes this city burns a little too brightYou can't tell if it's day or if it's nightI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beSitting in an old chairWith a guitar on my kneeRain on a tin roof singing to a six-string melodyI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beI'm going nowhereNowhere's where I wanna beSitting in a tin roof singing to a six-string melody