Nowhere Fast from Double Takes by Gordie Tentrees & Jaxon Haldane

Flyin’ on your own, tryin’ a brand new home
And you won’t invite my company
Cryin’ on the phone, waitin’ for the tone
I’m all alone, no “R” With the “SVP”

No wonder that I don’t care, If I come in last
‘Cause Babe, I’m goin’ nowhere way too fast


Back in ‘94, we didn’t care how poor
We went on tour, with the Dead for seven weeks
Sheet of blotter in the false floor, trench coats in the liquor store
A fortune made off happy, hippie freaks

No wonder that I don’t care, if it’s gonna last
‘Cause Babe, I’m goin’ nowhere way too fast


Runnin’ in feet first, with my eyes closed
Opportunity came to find me always indisposed
Doin what I wanna do,
Not what I was supposed


I’ve watched the years unfold and grey replace the gold
I’m told our boy just graduated school
I fought the urge to show, I gotta let it go
I know I bear the shame, I broke the rules

And you won’t save me with the Lord’s Prayer, nor a plaster cast
‘Cause Babe, I’m goin’ nowhere way too fast

No, I don’t care, if I come in last,
‘Cause Babe, I’m goin’ nowhere way too fast

• Americana
• Blues
• Folk
• Whitehorse