Nowhere

(Music and Lyrics – Sam Mullins)

Living in this house of mud and stone
Away from fax machines and telephones
May be far from your cup of tea
But I’ll be saying bye to NYC
You can keep the condo
If you find you can’t let go

Isolation terrifies your soul
A sudden impulse that you can’t control
Go tell your shrink your silly fears
‘Cause I won’t be around to lend an ear
You may miss the ballet
I can’t stand those acid rain days.

I found some sanity
You say we can’t be
Living a life in nowhere.

Concrete faces showing traces
Basket cases, rodent races
That’ll be the price you pay
Running with that crowd
Make me have some doubts
You’re living out some Villiage Voice cliché
Hanging down at Soho
Soup can artist, Pseudo Van Gogh

I found some sanity
You say we can’t be
Living a life in nowhere.

You can trade your Volvo for a Ford
With big snow tires and four on the floor
You don’t mind the freeway
I can’t stand another day

I found some sanity
You say we can’t be
Living a life in nowhere.