[I can hardly remember it now, but I'm sure there was a time when things weren't this way. My eyes have gone bad, my body transparent. I made no sound but the footsteps of running away.] It's halfway to nowhere it's part way to somewhere and I try to remember. It's a shame. I'm nowhere and what I said before still holds true today. I want to be someone, to be seen again, to feel your arms encircle saying it's okay. Getting back to basics helps me find the way. I'm halfway to nowhere it's a shame. I'm somewhere.