Lyrics:A Self Called Nowhere (Dial-A-Song)

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A Self Called Nowhere (Dial-A-Song)
By: They Might Be Giants
Year: 1993

I'm sitting on the curb Of 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 The store where they let me play the organ

But I'm thinking of a wooden chair In the room at the top of the 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 "id" In a bottomless pit You can't see it there The shrunken head That lies in the bed Of a self called nowhere

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

And I'm thinking of a wooden chair In the room at the top of the 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 shrunken head That lies in the bed Of a self called nowhere 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 shrunken head That lies in the bed Of a self called...nowhere