...я пишу на стене во дворах своей души:
Для Тебя...
He's a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody...
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand!
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?..