A Self Called Nowhere Lyrics - John Henry - They Might Be Giants

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 

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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 

Photos 

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