he waved hello silent like a mime we met there’s no changing my mind I won’t walk the stairs with you tonight going nowhere the clock moved a quarter of a turn the time it took a cigarette to burn she said you’ve got a lot of things to learn going nowhere I saw you move a certain way missed you a lot return to this abandoned place should’ve been forgot echoes drown the conversation out echoes that only seem to bring about a silent expression things you may allow going nowhere the steps made a pattern I had never seen I felt like a kid of six or seventeen I was off in some empty daydream going nowhere it’s dead and gone matter of fact maybe for the best said some things you can’t take back honestly I guess the old records sitting on the floor the ones I can’t put on anymore he walked over to her like before going nowhere