No Justice. 2nd Avenue. Going Nowhere. Zeneszám

I can see her now
clear as i did then
there in my rearview
painting on her lips
bare feet on the dash
late hot summer night
she liked to tell me no
but she loved for me to try

we were going nowhere
trying to cross that line
we were having and wasting
the time of our lives
lost in the moment
but we didn't care
we were running wild
and going nowhere

five bucks in the tank
of primar gray and rust
never took us all the way
but we got far enough
sweet lies in the dark
the promises we made
were thin as all mere

because when november came
everything changed

we were going nowhere
trying to cross that line
we were having and wasting
the time of our lives
lost in the moment
but we didn't care
we were running wild
and going nowhere

we were going nowhere
trying to cross that line
we were having and wasting
the time of our lives
lost in the moment
but we didn't care
we were running wild
and going nowhere
going nowhere
going nowhere