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

• A Self Called Nowhere
• Aka Driver
• Destination Moon
• Dirt Bike
• Extra Savoir-faire
• I Should Be Allowed to Think
• No One Knows My Plan
• O, Do Not Forsake Me
• Out of Jail
• Sleeping in The Flowers
• Snail Shell
• Spy
• Stomp Box
• Subliminal
• The End of The Tour
• Thermostat
• Unrelated Thing
• Why Must I Be Sad?
• Window