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

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Writer(s): RICHARD SHINDELL