From Nowhere

Adam and Eve were the first

Unemployed in love and evicted

And their sons were bums

But that's not why I have come



When the police brought you home

Your father buried himself

In his recipes

You hid in your room

Old enough to move away soon



And then you came over to me

And we went to she

And then we were three



And it rolled on and away from here into the atmosphere

It rolled on and away from here

Into what's referred as nowhere