Nobody From Nowhere Lyrics by Josh Ross
I don’t deserve this
Take a good look around, it worked out close to perfect
I think I finally found my purpose
Spent so much time wondering if it’d be worth it
Hell, it was worth it
‘Cause I’m just nobody from nowhere
Whole lotta nothing with something to prove
Four bald tires, half a tank, and Momma’s prayer
A world to gain and nothing to lose
65 South and a dog in the front seat
Hometown left in the rear view
Who’d’ve ever thought I’d ever made it out of there?
I’ll tell you who, nobody from nowhere
Could’ve gone so much different
Could’ve folded a thousand times with the hand I was given
But I didn’t
All the lessons learned, every bridge I burned
I bided my time, I waited my turn
Poured my soul into every single word
Way past the point of no return
‘Cause I’m just nobody from nowhere
Whole lotta nothing with something to prove
Four bald tires, half a tank, and Momma’s prayer
A world to gain and nothing to lose
65 South and a dog in the front seat
Hometown left in the rear view
Who’d’ve ever thought I’d ever made it out of there?
I’ll tell you who, nobody from nowhere
Ooh, nobody from nowhere
I bet you never heard of my hometown
Bet you never thought that I’d get out
Didn’t look back, I didn’t slow down
And who I was then is who I am now
‘Cause I’m just nobody from nowhere
Whole lotta nothing with something to prove
Four bald tires, half a tank, and Momma’s prayer
A world to gain and nothing to lose
65 South and a dog in the front seat
Hometown left in the rear view
Who’d’ve ever thought I’d ever made it out of there?
I’ll tell you who, nobody from nowhere
Nobody from nowhere
Album
Later Tonight Tracklist
- Later Tonight: A futile attempt to drown out a persistent heartache through fleeting distractions, only to have the memory resurface in solitude.
- Hate How You Look: A visceral lament over an ex-lover's effortless and alluring public display of moving on, which painfully contrasts with the narrator's inner turmoil.
- My Side Of Town: The bitter experience of being ostracized within one's own community after a breakup, due to the ex-partner's damaging and one-sided narrative.
- Smith & Wesson: A metaphorical gunshot of heartbreak, where a woman's devastating departure is likened to a precise and irreversible bullet wound.
- Leave Me Too: A self-aware admission of causing such profound pain that the only logical course of action, if roles were reversed, would be to leave without looking back.
- Half Lit: A cyclical and unresolved relationship that perpetually exists in a state of half-hearted connection, neither fully extinguished nor properly rekindled.
- Mad At Me: A defiant accusation that an ex's new relationship is merely a vengeful charade, fueled by lingering anger rather than genuine affection.
- Break My Heart In Two: The painful cycle of repeatedly allowing oneself to be emotionally shattered by a partner who intermittently returns only to cause more heartbreak.
- Whiskey You: A rueful personification of whiskey as the destructive force behind regrettable actions and emotional turmoil following a breakup.
- Single Again: A confident and opportunistic proposition to rekindle a romance the moment the ex becomes single again, promising a better love.
- Songs You Gave Me: The poignant irony of achieving musical success with songs inspired by a lost love, now performed with heartbreak instead of joy.
- Namin' Names: The torment of hearing vague but familiar rumors about an ex moving on, sparking jealousy and the painful realization of being replaced.
- Drunk Right Now (Na Na Na): A desperate embrace of intoxication to escape heartache and the pressures of the week, seeking communal solace in a neon-lit bar.
- Nobody From Nowhere: A triumphant reflection on rising from humble origins with determination and little more than faith, defying all expectations.
- Scared Of Getting Sober: The raw fear of sobriety because clarity would force confrontation with the overwhelming grief of a lost love.