Nowhere Now
It's harder now, the work is stopped
And we're nowhere now
Old bones that wear you down
Old dreams that push you around
Maybe I'm a stubborn man
Maybe I can't see
But Jesus don't talk to me
I never did believe
Believe
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
Something to hold on to
We followed the white deer trail
Found a hunter's trap
Made out of steel and wire
Body gripped and wrapper
I'll run my hands across your jaw, your teeth, your tongue, your brow
The blood is spreading to your brain
We've got to get it out somehow, somehow
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
Something to hold on to
A pink moon shone
Lighting your shadowy door
A witness to what came before
A witness to what came before
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
And we're nowhere now
Old bones that wear you down
Old dreams that push you around
Maybe I'm a stubborn man
Maybe I can't see
But Jesus don't talk to me
I never did believe
Believe
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
Something to hold on to
We followed the white deer trail
Found a hunter's trap
Made out of steel and wire
Body gripped and wrapper
I'll run my hands across your jaw, your teeth, your tongue, your brow
The blood is spreading to your brain
We've got to get it out somehow, somehow
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
Something to hold on to
A pink moon shone
Lighting your shadowy door
A witness to what came before
A witness to what came before
Do you need to keep pushing on
'Cause this place, this place is like a funeral
I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio
If they're gonna keep pulling you down someday
Maybe you should let it go
I don't mind telling you so, if it gives
Me something to hold on to
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Writer(s): Matthew Hegarty
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