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Lying in your bed and on a Saturday night

You're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot

But your brain has got the message

And it's sending it out

To every nerve and every muscle you've got

You've got so many dreams

That you don't know where to put 'em

So you'd better turn a few of 'em loose

Your body's got a feeling that it's starting to rust

You'd better rev it up and put it to use

You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly

And we've gotta get away from the past

There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby

But we should be goin' nowhere fast