Nowhere Man

Paul Bell

Can’t find no time, must underline

He’s a nowhere man

He’ll  look you up and down

Don’t accept no sound

Call him the nowhere man

You don’t know his place

His face, there’s little trace

Must try and pace, no

That’s the nowhere man

He drinks but doesn’t call

You might try him, that’s all

Cos he's the nowhere man

But somebody ain’t playing cool

A hand becomes a tool

Such a fool

You watch him riding out

The nowhere man.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: June 13th, 2026 06:55
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 1


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