[Intro | twin guitar riff | organ pad | drum fill into verse] [Verse 1 | stripped to bass and drums | low restrained vocal] Tank's on half, windows down Same back roads, same small town Pass the joint, pass the time Radio static sounds just fine Miller's barn, the water tower We've been out here for an hour Or maybe three, who can tell When you're driving straight through hell [Chorus | full band kicks in | gang vocals answer the hook | slide guitar fills] Driving nowhere (nowhere), going slow Got no place we gotta go Driving nowhere (nowhere), killing time In this prison that we call mine Sixty miles an hour standing still Driving nowhere, probably always will [Verse 2 | Hammond organ creeps in | second guitar picks up] Take a left at the broken sign Right where we turned last time Loop around, come back through Nothing else to fucking do Your phone's dead, mine's at ten percent We're too high to make sense But we're not high enough to care Just two kids going nowhere [Chorus | stacked harmonies | twin lead guitar line | layered guitars] Driving nowhere (nowhere), going slow Got no place we gotta go Driving nowhere (nowhere), killing time In this prison that we call mine Sixty miles an hour standing still Driving nowhere, probably always will [Bridge | minor key | half-time feel | bass and floor toms | vocal near spoken] Sun's going down, tank's running low Been out here since this afternoon though Should probably head back soon But there's nothing there to do [Build | guitars layering back in | organ swell | drum fill] So one more loop, one more mile One more hour in exile From a town that doesn't want us anyway From a life that's just a slower decay [Solo | twin lead guitar solo | full band driving] [Final Chorus | biggest drums | gang vocals on every line | full harmony stack] Driving nowhere (nowhere), going slow Got no place we gotta go Driving nowhere (nowhere), burning gas Watching our future pass Sixty miles an hour standing still Driving nowhere, that's the drill Driving nowhere That's the skill [Outro | band thinning out | lone slide guitar | last line near spoken] Same roads tomorrow night Same ritual, same flight Driving nowhere Driving nowhere Till we're not
