Step into the kitchen and you feel like you're losing ground

Spend your life looking for a highway from this town

Sometimes you wonder what this turning world is about

But it's Monday morning and you're just trying to make it out

You mama was a dancer and she went by Rosalee

She had a painted smile and stockings on her knee

And you watched her dreaming ‘bout what a little girl could be

And you wonder if there’s a sadness you can't see

Oh . . . you never go

The hardest part sometimes is admitting so

You made up your mind long years ago

Oh . . . you never know

You been working in a diner since 1999

And the man who holds the money keep brushing you from behind

Each time you smile you know you're stepping back in line

Sometimes you wonder if you're serving bread or serving time

Oh . . . you never go

The hardest part sometimes is admitting so

You made up your mind long years ago

Oh . . . you never know

Well you're looking at a little girl walkin' down a dusty road

Got her shoes in her hand and warm sand in her toes

And you wonder out loud just where'd that little girl go

Oh . . . you'll never know

Well you're dimming down the lights and turning oe'r the open sign

Up to the road into the car you slide

And the streets go by in streams of silver white

And you turn a corner and the house sweeps into the lights

And you're sitting there and you feel like you're holding time

Like sand in your hand or the scene in young girl's eye

Of a woman who's a mother and a dancer taking flight

Sometimes you wonder if you might not go inside

Oh . . . you'll never go

The hardest part sometimes is admitting so

You made up your mind long years ago

Oh . . . you never know

By Daniel Anderson and John Marshall