No

I did the dance of a runaway
With a hardened highway criminal
When my life was in disarray
She brought me back again
Maybe I was in need of a friend
On the brink of my uncertainty
But when she up and said to me
She would leave for Silver Lake

I said: No

I was left with a bitter taste
Like I get when love don't stick around
When she refused, we would entertain
Any plans to settle down together
I was made to heal myself
On the road forever, between these towns
Like an EMT turned refugee
Who the borders turn around
I'm comin' in hot

No, no, no, no

I was distraught, so I took a job in sales
In Nashville, Tennessee
To sell my soul without a second thought
Of what the hell that meant to me
I took a gig as a fader rat
Making Elvis slap delay
I wrote love songs for the radio
On the road back to LA

No, no, no, no

Nowadays when I look around,
Having landed in a better place,
Who are all these friends I've found
And this love that's come my way?
Maybe all our aspirations really can come true
For those of us who stick around
And see our hardships through