A Self Called Nowhere

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
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


Corrections? Let me know.