Middle Of Nowhere
Zoe Muth And The Lost High Rollers


In the middle of nowhere
At my own home address
In a city of a million
I can't find
A place to rest
Every street has a name and number
But I got lost somehow
I guess
In the middle of nowhere
At my own home address
A familiar face
I cannot find
No they're all
Strangers to me
They offer advice
And they offer it twice
But they don't
Offer it for free
Like the wind howlin' and the dogs growlin' I'm not sure
What I heard
I asked them for directions but couldn't understand a
Single word
Little darlin' won't you be my neighbor little darlin'
Won't you be my friend
Can I borrow a cup of sugar and the holes in your pants I
Will mend
And if you've ever got nothin' to do and lots of time to
Do it in
Meet me in the middle of nowhere and I'll surely let you In
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