You may hate the daylight

You may hate the daylight,

When-it rains You may think that

your home town is strange

You may not believe, that

there’s a place inside my heart,

for a town called nowhere

We may rush in head-strong

Without thought, We may make an

historical mistake

We may not con+sider

the lives of next-door neighbours

in a place called nowhere

               (I know not what path

others take…

but-I’ve been a different person

I’ve been in other worlds than this – you know

It’s what it means to me

To be some act-real person

To be some-one who knows which – way to go

It’s just a show

…give me death

or  lib-er-ty)

I will try to contact

You one day, I’ll even say

there is some other way

even though we’re parted

I will always come back -

to a town called nowhere