From the recording Speaking a Dead Language

Lyrics

The Periphery of Nowhere

With a glint in one eye
and a gleam in the other,
an insouciant smile on her lips.
With her dominant hand
and its sinister brother
akimbo on her hips.

A nomad on the run.
A creature in the wild.
Rambling at random,
alone, undomiciled.
On the periphery of nowhere,
striding down the road.
She will be residing
at no fixed abode.

She didn’t have the wherewithal
to hide behind a desk.
She wandered in a wilderness
of aimless picaresque.
On the periphery of nowhere,
Somewhere down the road.

With no destination
but pure locomotion,
perpetually peripatetic.
No premeditation,
in Brownian motion,
constantly kinetic.

Getting there is half the fun
and leaving’s the remainder.
Her life was richer on the run,
however much it pained her.
On the periphery of nowhere,
striding down the road.
She will be residing
at no fixed abode.

She left her emotional baggage
on the carousel, unclaimed.
She left her fears and fantasies
unmentioned and unnamed.
On the periphery of nowhere,
somewhere down the road.