Tonight I’m reading Kerouac And listening to Pat the Bunny Staring at the open road and hoping We won’t be coming back No, we ain’t going back
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody
Maybe I’ll move out to the desert And start my life anew Cause all our friends are leaving now So I guess that I will too
Well I will be leaving the Midwest behind me Before my feet freeze to this street And I don’t know where I’m gonna go Or who I’m gonna meet
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody
The only thing I care about Is the motion of my wheels Well I’ll get some spare change for gas Or else a shitty meal
I’m living out of rest stops now Vending machines and cheap cigarettes So from concrete picnic tables I’m planning my next steps
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m sick and tired of not having the courage To be an absolute nobody I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody