Junk City nowhere (Vancouver)

Hadn’t seen you for a while

But things still felt close

When your brother Bob called me

I felt a big chunk slip away

A big chunk of me died that day

When Bob felt your hand

It was ice cold

The junk had done its business

You got a hit that was too bold

And they say the coast ain’t that cold

Somehow - every score will even out

‘Cos anytime - it can all screw up

Too much junky business in Vancouver town

Some call it cool

I just call it, I just call it, I just call it… Nowhere

In Dimwit’s shed we started

Cheap guitar and a drum set

Where we made a lot of big plans

Now our plans are a dead end

And I feel like I’m kicked and dead

‘Cos you had to go score

Some call it dangerous fun

But I just call it crap

It’s just another way to lose

And what we lost was you

Somehow - every score will even out

‘Cos anytime - it can all screw up

Too much junky business in Vancouver town

Some call it cool

I just call it, I just call it…

Somehow - every score will even out

‘Cos anytime - it can all screw up

Too much junky business in Vancouver town

Some call it cool

I just call it, I just call it, I just call it… Nowhere