Youve got nowhere to go but up To where youll dine with foreign kings You cant forget about our tryst And all those other fleeting things And will they train you like a dog And will they walk you down my streets The wind will whistle our old songs The ones Ill always keep Youve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Ive got a bone to pick with you About the argument we had The day you got into that cab And said my world is in your past Youve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa There must be something wrong with me My mind is just a sickly little alibi And why am I surprised Youre giving up on me, goodbye The words youre wielding like a knife The words youre wielding like a knife The words youre wielding like a knife Youve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa The words youre wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa The words youre wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa The words youre wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa The words youre wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa