| E is missing | |
| He's not in his room | |
| Rome is no longer behind him | |
| The gris-gris heard there was water on Mars | |
| and he's on his way to fix it | |
| his fingernails are missing, one through ten | |
| and there's ink all over the place | |
| Nowhere .... was not here | |
| nowhere's not there | |
| nowhere is nowhere | |
| His soul's in the corner | |
| very uptight | |
| it's ugly | |
| but it's not meant to be | |
| A derelict lighthouse | |
| signalling men | |
| in shipwrecks under the ocean | |
| Secret bruises from a writing machine | |
| dismantled in a winter landscape | |
| his fingernails are missing, one through ten | |
| and there's ink all over the place |