Kenny Chesney’s new album is all about breakup with Renee Zellweger

The marriage of Kenny Chesney and Renee Zellweger failed quickly even by Hollywood standards, and even though it was back in 2005, we’ve never really heard Kenny’s side of the story. In his new album, “Lucky Old Sun”, he’s written a song called “Nowhere to Go, Nowhere to Be” that’s all about Renee. Here’s what he had to say:

One of your songs is called ” Nowhere to Go, Nowhere to Be. ” Is that a theme of your album?
It’s the root of the record, for sure. In 2006, I was probably as emotionally and mentally exhausted as I’d ever been. And that was due to a lot of things—having the foot on the gas pedal constantly, and my breakup with Renée Zellweger. I got in a plane and went down to the Virgin Islands. I was completely by myself. I didn’t want to be around anybody. So the next thing you know, it’s me and a pen and I sat down and wrote a lot of lines of this song, “Nowhere to Go, Nowhere to Be.”

Didn ‘ t you worry about writing about your breakup with Ren é e?
It’s the truth. It’s my life. I’ve been in a lot of states of mind in the last three years. In that way, it’s a pretty honest record. I’ve let myself be more emotionally vulnerable in some of the lyrics. I think that was good therapy.

Are you still heartbroken?
Not at all. I already wrote those songs. I’m on to something else.

– source

Here’s the song. It’s sad, sure, but I don’t see that it’s about Renee necessarily:

Nowhere to Go, Nowhere to Be Lyrics
Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves,
Like an old scooter slippin’ slowly to it’s grave,
Like ghosts of old sailors caught smowhere in time,
Like a lone palm watch the world unwind…

Nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
“Trinidad Charlie” on a stool next to me,
Readin’ his book bout the “have” and “have-nots,”
In between chapters we take another shot.
And one by one we slide from reality,
With nowhere to go, and no where to be…

There’s jerk chicken grillin’ on the grill.
Sure feels good for some time to be still.
Even if its only for a little while.
Sight of the sails in the wind makes me smile.

Days turn into night,
When you’re stuck in still life.

And you got nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
“Trinidad Charlie” on a stool next to me,
Readin’ his book bout the “have” and “have-nots,”
In between chapters we take another shot.
And one by one we slide from reality,
With nowhere to go, and no where to be…