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