We’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride
(- David Byrne)
Where are you going?
Can you take me with you?
Shite! I just realized that Susan Foster beat me to the punch with the Talking Heads reference. Oh well, here’s another:
Where the woodbine twines
(Have you met my friend Numa? She used to know a girl named Evie…)
well I ain’t got no television set or stereo
'cos I live in a car
don’t try to call me up on the telephone
cos I won’t be home,
I live in a car
[U.K. Subs]
I’m sitting in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destination.
I’m on a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one man band.
I’m homeward bound.
Sittin’ downtown in a railroad station
One toke over the line
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, watching the tides roll away – wastin’ time.
Hanging ten out on space and time…
Down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles
That’s where you’ll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves
Well I love that dirty water
Boston, you’re my home
Where am I?
Stuck in the middle with you, of course
Walking, at dusk, through narrow streets, and watching the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows.
I’m going nowhere,
And thank God I know the way.
- Jason and the Scorchers
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
On the dark side of the moon, of course.
Did you even need to ask? 
On weekends, I can be seen walking on the sun.
Roger Daltrey began singing, “Wherrrrrrrrre are you? Where? Where? Where? Where?” but realized that it just wasn’t very catchy.
Blue, blue, electric blue.
That’s the color of the room
where I will live.
Blue blue.
I’m standin’ in the doorway
My head bowed in my hands…
Where the sky meet the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don’t
Make no sound
I’m going where the wind don’t whine.
I’m also in my big black car, because I want to show you just what my politics are.
Now I’m where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would, and yet I feel I haven’t won at all.
Running for my life and never loking back in ase there’s someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I’d fall.
When this crazy wheel slows down, where will I be? Back where I started.