Going Nowhere

 This is a place without a postcard
A speck on the map if you look hard
A church and a bar and a hundred used cars
All parked in the front yard
Never went very far
We never went very far

We know it isn’t anything
But it’s everything we know
Looks like we’re going nowhere
Like there’s nowhere else to go

Counting the bomb cars on a passing train
A corridor all in a chain
While the conductor complains
That these small towns all look the same
Didn’t catch the name
Didn’t even catch the name

We know it isn’t anything
But it’s everything we know
Looks like we’re going nowhere
Like there’s nowhere else to go

When you’re driving on the back roads
On the way to where you’ll go
Blink and you’ll miss it and not even know
But this is what we call home
It’s all we’ve ever known
All we’ve ever known

We know it isn’t anything 
But it’s everything we know
Looks like we’re going nowhere
Like there’s nowhere else to go 
Maybe we’ll leave tomorrow
We could take it slow
No more going nowhere
Because we’ve got someplace to go 

© 2021 Zach Sands, PhD