Nowhere Fast - Swingin Utters

I’ve crossed this road before

For many years, I’m sure

Don’t recognize the faces, though

That pass me by, I’ve been

Off and on my way again

Passed Marsh Road, Atherton

Black Mountain Way and

Bored stale houses on the yellowed plains

I’m going off again, and

For no good reason year by year

I’ve achieved some feeling

That this time I leave is nowhere fast

I’ve seen the lot of them

From queens to journeymen

Bigots and confidantes

I’ve spoken to and laughed with

Destructive catalysts

Professionals and loyalists

Punk rock pop nihilists

Have grown up amongst suburban architects

And I’m going off again, and

For no good reason year by year

I’ve achieved some feeling

That this time I leave is nowhere fast

And who can say it was all deceiving?

Or that anybody was mislead?

I’m not the one to be judging

I may not even be who I think I am

The asphalt is my burning bed

Has left me invalid

Puts me to sleep at night

In the arms of some strange no man’s land

I’ll be back by the west

I need the fucking rest

But in the meantime these

Broken roads and homes will ring in my head