Tired leg, it may be dead.
Thanks, Ohio.
Headed north, the days are short,
the nights they try you.
Come along, sing my song:
"Middle of Nowhere".
Zero degrees locks my knees.
My heart's a rockin' chair.
Below, above, no one to love
In the middle of nowhere.
Headed south, warm my mouth.
Maybe you'll be waiting there.
I was wrong. Sing my song
through the middle of nowhere.
Headed up, headed down.
Where will the needle rest?
Hollow ground is falling down.
Maybe I should go west.
100 degrees following me,
giving me that long stare.
Been dead too long to sing this song
In the middle of nowhere.
Come along, sing my song.
Maybe I'll find you there.
Condemning trees following me,
giving me that long stare.
Their roots grow long and sing this song
In the middle of nowhere.
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