I followed
A little stream of whiskey to your door
And I stand here a wondering if there's more
And would you make a pallet on your floor
I been down
I been down for nothing at all
I got no kind of nothing at all
And nothing ain't nothing at all
Saw a picture of white sand
With a woman and a man
Walking hand in hand
Into the scene
I didn't wanna be that man
Wanted to be that white sand
Burning edge of Eden's land
Be pure geography
Think countable pieces of me
I been down
I been down for nothing at all
I got no kind of nothing at all
And I followed
A little stream of whiskey to your door