Four twenty, Sunday afternoon
Baking heat, it’s late in June
Abandoned in sad clouds of dust
Left by departing Greyhound bus
Besieging desolation follows me
This ghost town place of memories
I’d broke off young, just seventeen
For things I saw in magazines
Now here I am, back on Nowhere Boulevard
In beaten boots and ragged jeans,
Empty pockets and black Ramones tee
A once pretty girl comes up to me
Her battered heels and scabby knees
Hey Mister got a dollar she asked
As I walked on she drifted past
The truths you find behind the lies
Like all those dreams that slowly die
Dreams die on Nowhere Boulevard
Pawn shop window, tired glass
And leaning where I saw it last
My Gibson Les Paul, broken strings
I’d breathed the blues I’d made her sing
Against emotion, lost the fight
Memories ache of a star-swept night
Emma and her swaying hips
That smile and her bee-stung lips
A last kiss dropped unanswered on Nowhere Boulevard
The corner bar looks just the same
Battered boards all faded gray
The tired neon sputters blue
Nothing else much here to do
In tall neck bottles, drown their thoughts
Down here life always seems for naught
They stagger home in bleak despair
Instead to fight their demons there
Blows echo in the silence on Nowhere Boulevard
Brown straw of a sun-parched lawn
A sudden fear she might be gone
Creaking steps beneath my feet
Followed by a screen door screech
She sat there in a faded dress
Tearstained eyes, mascara mess
I think I loved her most just then
Her happiness a brave pretend
The wounds lie hard on Nowhere Boulevard
She trembled a defiant smile
Had Hope always been this fragile?
Time shattered on cracked plaster walls
Emm’ you never took my calls
And all this time that I’ve been gone
I always knew you were the one
Her head shook slow in false rebuff
But hearts both knew quite well enough
Sometimes everything you lost, is found on Nowhere Boulevard
I held a tiny bottle, inside volcanic sand
Kissed her mouth so tender as I took her hand
Her eyes held mine, a silent trust
I filled her palm with pixie dust
We’re all diamonds, you know it’s truth.
This isn’t what I promised you
It’s time we both just walked away
Love always finds another way
And we got nothing left to lose
‘Cos there ain’t nothing here for us
There ain’t nothing here, on Nowhere Boulevard
