Nowhere man

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nofair land
Making all his nofair plans for nobody

Doesn’t have a point of view
Nowhere’s where he’s going to
Isn’t he not like you and me?

Nowhere Man, don’t listen
Nothing is what you’re missing
Nowhere Man, noworld is at your command…la la la la la

He’s as blind as he can be
Cares no-thing about liber-ty
Nowhere Man can we free of you at all?

Nowhere Man, no worries
Take our time, take our money
Spend it all till nothing is left in the la-a-a-and la la la la

Doesn’t have a point of view
Nowhere Man, don’t listen
We don’t know what we’re missin’
Nowhere Man, the land is at your command, la la la la la

Apologies to John Lennon
John Lennon once had trouble with writing a song for the Yellow Submarine album. He tried and tried but nothing came up. He later explained, “I thought of myself sitting there, doing nothing and getting nowhere.”

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