I come from just the other side of nowhere
to this big time lonesome town
they got a lot of ice and snow here
half as cold as all the people I've found
every way I try to go here
seems to bring me down
I've seen about enough to know where I belong

I've got a mind to see the headlights shining
on that old white line between my heart and home
sick of spending Sundays wishing they were Mondays
sitting in a park alone
so give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me
any loving way but wrong
tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's goin' home

taking nothing back to show there
for these dues I've paid
but the soul I almost sold here
and the body I've been giving away
fading from the neon nighttime glow here
heading for the light of day
just the other side of nowhere going home

                                                 kris kristofferson