Nowhere Fast - Margo Price

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