Nowhere is where I come from
Where nothing grows but the dead you own
And the dry rivers run
And the dry rivers run
Nowhere is where
In 1999
I was speeding down that gravel road
Past the Mercer County line
Past the Mercer County line
On your way down,
won't you pick me up If there's
room enough and you've got gas
in the truck You're going nowhere,
I could use a ride
Point the headlights out then drive
Nowhere is where My thoughts go to roam
Between the combine clouds and the waves
of doubt And the miles and miles of corn
And the miles and miles of corn On your way down,
won't you pick me up
If there's
room enough and you've got
gas in the truck
You're going nowhere,
I could use a ride Point the headlights out then turn the radio
on We'll be good as gone when the sun comes up
Till the highway stops and the wheels fall off And the engine rusts
Till the pavement
burns and tomorrow
turns into a blaze of glory
I've got no regrets,
light a cigarette and rewrite the story
On your way down,
won't you pick me up If there's
room enough and you've got gas
in the truck You're going nowhere,
I could use a ride
Point the headlights out then drive