Nowhere Fast

Well I’ve been travelling so long
that I can’t go back
'Cos I’m too far in, I’ve got my ticket
and my bags packed
And I miss my child, Lord I miss my friends
But even they quit calling me on the phone asking
how I been
Maybe I’m to blame for the shape that I’m in
Maybe I’m insane but I’m leaving you again
Living in the present, trying to forget the past
I’m going.
Nowhere fast
When the new wears off and you’re on the floor
and you can’t find your self-respect but you sure
can find the door
All those late night trips and those roadside dives
and you can’t get a decent meal or enough sleep behind your eyes
Maybe I’m to blame for the shape that I’m in
Maybe I’m insane but I’m leaving you again
Living in the present, trying to forget the past
I’m going.
Nowhere fast
Yes I’m going.
Nowhere fast
Nowhere fast
Nowhere fast
Nowhere fast