Out there, in the middle of nowhere,
I woke up and noticed I found a home.

“On a block of ice? Or a piece of stone?
Either way, I think this would suffice.”

Away from everyone. Away from myself.
Right there. Out there.

In the middle of nowhere.

And that’s when he said to me that
This is
As good as it gets
And I am
Your only friend
And the sun goes
No-where
When it sets
He said

And now I am only a little bit
Taller
Than when that was said
And I am
Such a broken man
And I know
That the sun goes
No-
     where
When it sets
     Because
     That is what
He said

I'm nowhere, I just want you to hold me and not move.
You don't have to try anything, you got nothing to prove.

When I walk I got a thousand question marks rising above my head.
Why am I still not dead?

I'm nowhere but I see a world in your stare.
Nowhere.

I'm still here and I think it's not fair.
It feels wrong.
I'm nowhere.
I'm really nowhere.
I'm really not there.

Looking around here, a new phase.
Again?!
A new looking face.
Where did my mind go when it ran?
Nowhere.
Only there where it can.

Nowhere and I see you there.
I'm still nowhere.
I will be around
When I'm found.

Look around.
Looking around new face and body.
I just want you to hold me.
You don't have to move.
I'm nowhere, what have I got to prove?

Nothing, I should know by now in this nowhere.
Nothing to prove, not a single care.
In the middle and stuck in everywhere.

Life is tapering down,
Birth on one end,
Death on the other.
Fire runs down the middle.
We're all conscious of the fire.
Unsure on what came before,
And what is coming after.

I was tired of trying to outrun the fire.
I burnt my fingers attempting to put it out sooner
Lower your hand, take me someplace higher.
I close my eyes hoping to stare into forever.
But something whispers that I'm going to nowhere.

Dipped my fingers into God's mouth
And tried to ***** it out,
But the flame burned on.
I'm too scared to close my eyes,
I'm too scared to open them.
Nowhere follows from behind,
And waits at the end.

your hands are etched
with tiny dry lines
that cut
each one-way road to nowhere.

We're home now.
But home is nowhere to be found.