Nowhere Band - Frog

We drive to gigs in a minivan for two tickets for black and tans

For fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands

And stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand

Thoughts on the interstate, how much more can i take?

Theres nothing here but stale beer and lost little boys

I often think i should start again

San francisco, or maybe austin

The day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young

And they’ll bootleg our unreleased songs alternate takes and live versions

For fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands

And stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand

We’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island

And the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young

And there’s always been a nowhere band in everyone i’ve ever been

He’s young and tall and scared and thin

And he wants to be let in