Lyric A Self Called Nowhere

A Self Called Nowhere


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 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 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 pit
You can t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called