Testo Getting Nowhere

She waits in line to ask me what I wantBut I don't ever knowShe wants priority and comfortWell don't we allThen she slips something in my drinkAnd things grow darker by the minuteI start to wonder what she's doingAnd everything goes blackI get the feeling that in timeI know I'll realizeShe's one thing that I just can't run fromI know and you knowWe're getting nowhereI woke up tied upIn the back seat of her carI think it's strange kind of funnyTo think she's gotten this farThe sun comes up and she's still drivingAnd she turns around to sayI've got some big plans for the both of usWhat can I sayShe's one thing that I just can't run fromI know and you knowWe're getting nowhereWe pulled off at a restaurant in MexicoA chance for my escapeShe pulled a gun outNow I'm sitting telling JesusShe's the one thing I just couldn't run fromI know and you knowWe're getting nowhere