we’re from the other side of nowhere,
we go to nowhere just to have a beer,
and nothing changes lately around here
on the other side of nowhere,
even the ghosts all slowly disappear,
moved or passed away,
+++ and our dreams are few and far between,
+++ empty as we sleep, whatever that means,
+++ few and far between..

down on a street where no one’s walking,
12 empty storefronts meet to form a choir,
and they sing about a time
when busy families would rush from store to market,
gathering up the goods that they required,
only yesterday,
+++ now our dreams are few and far between,
+++ where every threadbare scene is just an old book no one reads,
+++ with nothing here to keep, empty as we sleep,
+++ whatever that means, few and far between..

(We’re from the other side of nowhere,
we’re from the other side of nowhere..)
+++ few and far between…