מילים לשיר A Self Called Nowhere – They Might Be Giants

I'm sitting on the curb
I'm waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
Of the store where they let me play the organ
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
And I'm looking down the stairwell In a room at the top of the stair
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"
The sunken head
in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
That lies in the bed Of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
To make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
Where they tore down the garage
But I must've sold my car
When I needed to buy an electric organ
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