TV Light - Richard Shindell

She wonders if the flags are waving still

She likes to see their colors on the hill

Almost like a rainbow over all of this

She will fly the flag of nowhere

Hidden with the ribbons in her hair

Anywhere she goes, she knows it’s always there

Never far away from nowhere

Nowhere is a place inside her head

Though she is not its only citizen

No one knows how many souls there may remain

Carrying a torch for nowhere

Nowhere doesn’t have a government

No one can decide how far it may extend

She will not surrender nowhere

So, she is learning how to play the flute

Just because she always wanted to

She practices her lessons every afternoon

Up and down the scales of nowhere

Stumbling across Au Claire de Lune

Hour after hour in her basement room

Making up a tune for nowhere