Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody sittin' in his empty chair His eyes hazed over like he always stares His laces untied and danglin' low His sunglasses flipped up just for show With a bleedin’ pen in his hand And chipped coffee cup in the other He looks on his desk at a picture of his mother. With her hair in a bun and a pen on her ear Standin' next to her other boy, the one with the beer But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo He was by the window listen' to that darn radio And his Old Man is a blur in the background Like most of his life he was hard to be found But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo No, he was by the window listen' to that darn radio And the woman behind the camera that you can't see Because that was how she always said she wanted to be Was Nobody's sister practicin' her photography She didn’t mind missin’ this family moment, As their family didn’t look like they were missin’ a component. But that’s the only picture Mr. Nobody’s got Though not happy, it still can’t be bought. He keeps tellin’ himself not to get rid of it, Because he’ll never be able to revisit it.