Nowhere Now - Matthew And The Atlas

It’s harder now, the work is done

And we’re nowhere now.

Old bones are wearing you down

Old dreams push you around.

Maybe I am stubborn now,

Maybe I can’t see

But Jesus don’t talk to me,

I never did leave!

Leave!

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 gonna keep put down

Someday, maybe you should let it go.

I don’t mind telling you so, if it is

Something to hold on to.

You follow the white dead trail,

Found the hunter’s trap,

Made out steel and wire

But he gripped them round.

I run my hands across your jaws, 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 gonna keep put down

Someday, maybe you should let it go.

I don’t mind telling you so, if it is

Something to hold on to,

Something to hold on to.

A pink moonshine

Lighting your shadow.

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 gonna keep put down

Someday, maybe you should let it go.

I don’t mind telling you so, if it is

Something to hold on to,

Something to hold on to.