Nowhere Time

It is time for you to move

You'd better get somewhere to go

And in banishing that pen-poisoned child

So bracken-haired and wild

There's a late reprieve, so why don't you up and leave?

Is there nowhere you're meant to be?

No gilded pigeon wings are going to fly

Going to fly you to your rest

You'll be underground in no uncertain terms

And dozing with the worms

There's a master plan somebody understands

And I wish that one was me

Reorganize horizons from afar

If nowhere is where you truly think you are

It's time to choose and what do you have to lose

Is there nowhere you're meant to be?