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Introduction
“Just The Other Side Of Nowhere” by Kris Kristofferson feels like a heartfelt letter from someone who’s seen it all and is longing for a place to belong. Every time I listen to this song, I’m transported to that dusty road where Kristofferson’s raw, gritty voice tells a story of loss, reflection, and a yearning for simpler times.
The beauty of this song lies in its simplicity and honesty. Kristofferson doesn’t just sing the words; he lives them, and you can feel every ounce of emotion he pours into each line. It’s a narrative of a man who’s been chewed up and spit out by the world, but who still holds a glimmer of hope for a better tomorrow. The phrase “other side of nowhere” conjures an image of a place that’s far from the chaos, where one can find peace and perhaps rediscover oneself.
Listening to this track, you can’t help but think of your own journeys—both physical and emotional. It’s like Kristofferson is speaking directly to that part of us that’s felt out of place, reminding us that it’s okay to feel lost sometimes. His lyrics are a soothing balm for the weary soul, a reminder that there’s always a place to come home to, even if it’s just a memory or a dream.
Kristofferson’s ability to blend storytelling with music makes “Just The Other Side Of Nowhere” not just a song, but an experience. It’s perfect for those moments when you need to pause and reflect on where you’ve been and where you’re headed. So, next time you feel like the world’s gotten too much, let Kristofferson’s voice guide you back to that comforting place “just the other side of nowhere.”
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Lyrics
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 spendin’ Sundays wishing they were Mondays
Sittin’ in a park alone.
So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me
Any lovin’ way but wrong.
Tell ’em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere’s
Goin’ home.
Takin’ nothin’ back to show there
For these dues I’ve paid.
But the soul I almost sold here
And the body I’ve been givin’ away.
Fadin’ from the neon nighttime glow here,
Headin’ for the light of day,
Just the other side of nowhere, goin’ home.
I’ve got a mind to see the headlights shinin’
On that old white line between my heart and home.
Sick of spendin’ Sundays wishin’ they were Mondays,
Sittin’ in a park alone.
So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me
Any lovin’ way but wrong.
Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere’s
Goin’ Home.
Just the other side on nowhere, goin’ home.