They Might Be Giants - A Self Called Nowhere lyrics

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

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

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