A Self Called Nowhere

I'm sittin' on the curb Of the empty parkin' lot Of the store where they let me play the organ I'm waitin' for my ride But I want to wait inside Of the store where they let me play the organ But I'm thinkin' of a wooden chair In a room at the top of the stair And I'm lookin' down the stairwell At the vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot Let me take you there The dotted line, surroundin' 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' Standin' in my yard Where they tore down the garage To make room for the torn down garage I'm lookin' for my car But I must have sold my car When I needed to buy an electric organ But I'm thinkin' of a wooden chair In a room at the top of the stair And I'm lookin' down the stairwell At the vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot Let me take you there The dotted line, surroundin' 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 vanishin' dot, on the map of the spot Let me take you there The dotted line, surroundin' 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