When I look back on my youth
Its 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 glamor
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