A Self Called Nowhere

They Might Be Giants - Rock, Alternative Rock
A Self Called Nowhere
2 Plays
Duration: 3:22
Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] But I'm thinking of a wooden chair In a room at the top of a stair And I'm looking down the stairwell [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] But I'm thinking of a wooden chair In a room at the top of a stair And I'm looking down the stairwell [Chorus] 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 [Refrain] Nowhere [Chorus] 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
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Credits
- Writers
- John Flansburgh
- John Linnell