he waved hello silent like a mime
we met there’s no changing my mind
I won’t walk the stairs with you tonight
going nowhere
the clock moved a quarter of a turn
the time it took a cigarette to burn
she said you’ve got a lot of things to learn
going nowhere
I saw you move a certain way
missed you a lot
return to this abandoned place
should’ve been forgot
echoes drown the conversation out
echoes that only seem to bring about
a silent expression
things you may allow
going nowhere
the steps made a pattern I had never seen
I felt like a kid of six or seventeen
I was off in some empty daydream
going nowhere
it’s dead and gone matter of fact
maybe for the best
said some things you can’t take back
honestly I guess
the old records sitting on the floor
the ones I can’t put on anymore
he walked over to her like before
going nowhere