Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere

Mama, I've been on the run
Olly olly oxen free, the absentee, your son of a gun
I don't wanna add extra to your grief
But I'm past the point of no return
with bingo fuel and way beyond relief

So strayed far off the thoroughfare
I took the turn and wandered into
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
No telecaster, television, telephone ring
No evidence of have been ever being there
And as I make my way across the plain
After my Illiad and my Odyssey
I'll compose my epic poem

Mama, I've been on the run
Olly olly oxen free, the absentee, your son of a gun
I don't wanna add extra to your grief
But I'm past the point of no return
with bingo fuel and way beyond relief

So strayed far off the thoroughfare
I took the turn and wandered into
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere



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Writer(s): Pale Ale Songs
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