We're a nowhere band with nowhere fans
And we live near Manhattan island
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
There's always been a nowhere band
In everyone I've ever been
He's young and tall and scared and thin
He wants to be let in