Neither Here Nor There - Meg Hutchinson

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