A Self Called Nowhere

I'm sittin' on the curb

Of the empty parkin' lot

Of the store where they let me play the organ

I'm waitin' for my ride

But I want to wait inside

Of the store where they let me play the organ

But I'm thinkin' of a wooden chair

In a room at the top of the stair

And I'm lookin' down the stairwell

At the vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot

Let me take you there

The dotted line, surroundin' the mind

Of a self called 'nowhere”

It's a thing named „it”, in the a bottomless pit

You can't see it there

The sunken head, that lies in the bed

Of a self called 'nowhere'

Standin' in my yard

Where they tore down the garage

To make room for the torn down garage

I'm lookin' for my car

But I must have sold my car

When I needed to buy an electric organ

But I'm thinkin' of a wooden chair

In a room at the top of the stair

And I'm lookin' down the stairwell

At the vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot

Let me take you there

The dotted line, surroundin' the mind

Of a self called 'nowhere”

It's a thing named „it”, in the a bottomless pit

You can't see it there

The sunken head, that lies in the bed

Of a self called 'nowhere'

Nowhere

At the vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot

Let me take you there

The dotted line, surroundin' the mind

Of a self called 'nowhere”

It's a thing named „it”, in the a bottomless pit

You can't see it there

The sunken head, that lies in the bed

Of a self called