I know a place
Down past an old shack
On a road that goes to nowhere
Ain't nobody coming back
We can go there tonight
We can talk untill dawn
Or maybe something else
I'll leave the radio on
Theres no one to hear
You might aswell scream
They never woke up
From the American dream
And they dont understand
What they dont see
And they look through you
And they look past me
Oh you and i are dancing slow
Past the wal-mart and the prison