I'm sitting on the curb
by the empty parking lot
of the store where they let me play the organ
i'm waiting for my ride
but i want to wait inside
of the store where they let me play the organ
But i'm thinking of a wooden chair
in a room at the top of a stair
and i'm looking down the stairwell
at the vanishing dot
on the map of the spot
let me take you there
the dotted line
surrounding the mind
of a self called nowhere
it's a thing named "it"
in a bottomless pit
you can't see it there
the sunken head
that lies in the bed
of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
where they tore down the garage
to make room for the torn down garage
i'm looking for my car
but i must have sold my car
when i needed to buy an electric organ
But i'm thinking of a wooden chair
in a room at the top of a stair
and i'm looking down the stairwell
at the vanishing dot
on the map of the spot
let me take you there
the dotted line
surrounding the mind
of a self called nowhere
it's a thing named "it"
in a bottomless pit
you can't see it there
the sunken head
that lies in the bed
of a self called nowhere
Nowhere
The vanishing dot
on the map of the spot
let me take you there
the dotted line
surrounding the mind
of a self called nowhere
it's a thing named "it"
in a bottomless pit
you can't see it there
the sunken head
that lies in the bed
of a self called