Going Nowhere Slow

We tried not to laugh

When we called in sick

Crawled back in bed

Girl, you gotta admit

Nothing better than having

Nothing better to do

We can do what we want

And all I want is you


There’s just something bout doing nothing

There’s a world out there, but we don’t care

No sense in rushing this lazy loving

We got all day, girl, what do ya say

We stay at home, laying low

We’re going nowhere slow

How bout a little bit of

Breakfast in bed

You scramble the eggs

I’ll burn the bread

Watch black and white movies

Till we get bored

Then go undercover

And love a little more


Don’t you love nowhere when there’s nowhere to go

Don’t you love nowhere, going nowhere slow

Oh, oh, oh, oh, there’s nowhere to go

Oh,oh,oh,oh, going nowhere slow

© 2014 John Cirillo/Sam Gyllenhaal