I know a place

Down past an old shack

On a road that goes to nowhere

Ain't nobody comin back

We can go there tonight

We can talk until the dawn

Or maybe somethin' else

I'll leave the radio on

The radio on

Cuz there's no one to hear

You might as well scream

They never woke up

From the American Dream

And they don't understand

What they don't see

And they look through you

And they look past me

Oh you and I dancin' slow

We've got nowhere to go

Past the Wal-Mart and the prison

Down by the old VA

Just my jeans and my t-shirt

And my blue Chevrolet

Well it's Saturday night

It feels like everything's wrong

I got some strawberry wine

I wanna get you alone

Get you alone

Cuz there's no one to hear

You might as well scream

They never woke up

From the American Dream

And they don't understand

What they don't see

And they look through you

And they look past me

Oh you and I dancin' slow

We've got nowhere to go

Down by the muddy waters

Of the mighty Mo

In an old abandoned boxcar

Will I ever know

Dance with me forever

This moment is divine

I'm so close to heaven

This hell is not mine

This hell is not mine

Cuz there's no one to hear

You might as well scream

They never woke up

From the American Dream

And they don't understand

What they don't see

And they look through you

And they look past me

Oh you and I dancin' slow

We've got no where to go