From my side I never mind
I can climb just to ride to nowhere
I don`t think about a thing
I can bring on anything from nowhere
Critics who never do
Wanted to get to nowhere
I don`t care if it`s not fair
Who ever is there we`re in nowhere
Primitive people at usual work
One hops with the other while another
Pretends to sprinkle red hot dirt
A pit of young breeders check their work
They undo the chords they told me not to move
None of us are hurt but we`re all red handed
You can come back now, no use holding
Out where your brain is somewhere growing
A Big Idea