[I can hardly remember it now,
but I'm sure there was a time when things weren't this way.
My eyes have gone bad, my body transparent.
I made no sound but the footsteps of running away.]
It's halfway to nowhere it's part way to somewhere and I try to remember.
It's a shame.
I'm nowhere and what I said before still holds true today.
I want to be someone, to be seen again,
to feel your arms encircle saying it's okay.
Getting back to basics helps me find the way.
I'm halfway to nowhere it's a shame.
I'm somewhere.