Summer in the suburbs
The stillness of the wind
And I go reaching through the cupboards
Steal my parents' gin
A fake ID, I never had one
My best friend he had a beard
Enough so the man behind the counter
Would sell him Everclear
Park the car outside your mom's house
A couple awkward teens
We pop the trunk and kill the headlights
And listen to CDs
Oh, in that mini-van
I made a plan
Said one day I'd be king
I'd carve my star
From this guitar
If I just learned how to sing
And a microphone
Would be my home
Cut right through the noise
Oh, just looking for my way out
Of Nowhere, Illinois
Nowhere, Illinois
They tell you that it's easy
Being seventeen
Now on the other side of thirty
I think I see just what they mean
Oh, so you get a job
You punch a clock
You lie awake at night
"Is this the place
And have I made
A living or a life?"
But looking back
Still hear your laugh
When I was just a boy
Oh, start wishing I could go back
To Nowhere, Illinois
Nowhere, Illinois
Never stopped to think about tomorrow...
Take me back
Summer in the city
It's getting late my friends
But my guitar's still in the corner
I fill my glass again
Oh, 'cause all these dreams
Still live in me
Go running through my head
When I get old
I'll take that road
To bring it 'round again
I'll chase that light
And know that I
Will always have that choice
Oh, to finally make my way home
To Nowhere, Illinois
Nowhere, Illinois
Nowhere, Illinois
Nowhere, Illinois
