Nowhere Band

We drive to gigs in a minivan for two tickets for black and tans
For fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands
And stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand
Thoughts on the interstate, how much more can i take?
Theres nothing here but stale beer and lost little boys
I often think i should start again
San francisco, or maybe austin
The day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young
And they’ll bootleg our unreleased songs alternate takes and live versions
For fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands
And stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand
We’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island
And the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young
And there’s always been a nowhere band in everyone i’ve ever been
He’s young and tall and scared and thin
And he wants to be let in