Nowhere, Baby Songtext
von The Secret Sisters
Nowhere, Baby Songtext
When I look back on my youth, it′s no wonder that I'm here
There′s a path made for my footsteps, that finish line is near
Though the years are passing quickly, I believe I'm on my way
But a voice beneath the surface still manages to say
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
I made some money, made some friends, and some memories to hold
Crossed the mountains and the valleys, fought the swelter and the cold
From a different angle maybe, this adventure could seem grand
But the one I miss too often is being there to hold your hand
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
I′m slowing down but I'm not
Quitting, I'm looking hard and stepping back
But I will finish what I started, I will keep my suitcase packed
I′m just weary of the working, trading songs for fickle love
And it′s time I showed myself exactly what I am made of
That's not a cop out, not a dream drop, not a close but no cigar
And it′s not glamour, it ain't fortune
Sometimes it ain′t anything but hard
I'm not a robot, I′m a human
I'm not built to bear the weight
And I struggle with admitting when I need to walk away
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
Nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere
There′s a path made for my footsteps, that finish line is near
Though the years are passing quickly, I believe I'm on my way
But a voice beneath the surface still manages to say
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
I made some money, made some friends, and some memories to hold
Crossed the mountains and the valleys, fought the swelter and the cold
From a different angle maybe, this adventure could seem grand
But the one I miss too often is being there to hold your hand
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
I′m slowing down but I'm not
Quitting, I'm looking hard and stepping back
But I will finish what I started, I will keep my suitcase packed
I′m just weary of the working, trading songs for fickle love
And it′s time I showed myself exactly what I am made of
That's not a cop out, not a dream drop, not a close but no cigar
And it′s not glamour, it ain't fortune
Sometimes it ain′t anything but hard
I'm not a robot, I′m a human
I'm not built to bear the weight
And I struggle with admitting when I need to walk away
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere
Nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere, baby
I'm getting nowhere, baby
I′m getting nowhere
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