Nowhere, Texas - City and Colour

Down in Nowhere, Texas

Along the highway forty-five

There’s ghostly stretch of road

Where it’s hard to stay alive

South, towards Galveston

Young girl stayed disappeared

Where the desert sands turn into the wasteland

The air is thick with the scent of fear

Hunting in the killing fields

Small-town country boys do their worst

No one knows how far it goes

It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt

Collete’s body was discovered

In November of nineteen seventy-one

Then one after another

Victims were found beneath the desert sun

Still no convictions

Handed down for these violent crimes

Will this highway’s history remain a mystery?

Or will the truth arrive over time?

Hunting in the killing fields

Small-town country boys do their worst

No one knows how far it goes

It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt

And the devil was there, the devil was there

The devil was there, the devil was there