The Nowhere Inn - St. Vincent

Driver, do you mind

Turn off Patsy Cline

Walking on my own tonight

Hate being impolite

But no small talk, I’m tired

Just wake me when we arrive

Oh, pick up speed and sandwiches

A Ziploc bag, a fifth of gin

Don’t ask me why

Oh, drop me by the burn-out sign

Where hell is near and heaven hides

With a pair of dice

Here at The Nowhere Inn

Where nothing and no one wins

Where our last days are spent

Wasted on song and sin

Here at The Nowhere Inn

The hallways are labyrinths

Where I last sold my myth

Now I live at The Nowhere Inn

Always knew you’d end up here

Been waiting now for years to see you

In my everlasting mirror

Everybody knows your name

And knows you are to blame

For every trickle of your mama’s tears

We’re all at nowhere and where are you now

We’re all at nowhere and where are you now

Here at The Nowhere Inn

Where nothing and no one wins

Where our last days are spent

Wasted on song and sin

I’m here at The Nowhere Inn

The hallways are labyrinths

Here I last sold my myth

Now I live at The Nowhere Inn

We’re all at nowhere and where are you now

We’re all at nowhere and where are you now

We’re all at nowhere and where are you now

We’re all at nowhere and where are you, where are you

Where are you, where are you

Where are you, where are you

Where are you, where are you

Where are you, where are you

Where are you, where are you…