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 nowhere to go

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