Nowhere Anywhere

He looks in the mirror.
Nothing is clear.
Where’s he taking it from here? Goes his mind, dead or alive inside fluorescent
lights.
Open his hand, hand on the desk, desk in the corner. Three stories at best.
The locks are turning, doors in the hall, there’s no way out.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
I have a hard time wanting to help. I think of myself. Leave the glass upon the
shelf.
Don’t open the door, no matter who for. But will I see his face before he goes?
I’ll never know just what-what-what was wrong.
Not listening, not sinking in, we’re two brick walls.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, what do you want?
I’ve got a funny feeling you don’t even know.
Don’t know. Don’t know. You don’t know.
Don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know.
But now you say you’re feeling fine.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.
Oh, going nowhere anywhere.