Neither Here Nor There

Here is the house, orchards on the hill and here the farm

Gardens and a barn and it's quiet, on these back roads

We're the last to get plowed out, when it snows

And we're building a new room

There'll be five of us come June

And through the windows, the voices of the one I love the most

They're making little boats and



Who could say I need anything else

Who could say I could have made more of myself?

I could have been neither here nor there



Here is the car, here the map and here the bus and here the train,

I'm leaving you again

Another motel, another ticket for the plane

Another city of strangers, who know me by name and

I am made of whims and praise

There is nothing familiar at the end of the day

So much road...



And who could say I need anything else?

Who could say I could have made more of myself?

I could have been neither here nor there



Here on the phone, in a truck stop, late for the big show

Oh God I miss you you know and



Who could say I need anything else?

And who could say I could have made more of myself?

I could have been, neither here nor there,

But I have been neither here nor there



So much for the best of both worlds

Here nor there, yes I have been, neither here nor there