I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
I stand here and wonder if there?s more
Would you make me a pallet on your floor
I?ve been down, been down for nothing at all
Got no kind of nothing at all
And nothing ain?t nothing at all
Break
Verse
Saw a picture of white sand
With a woman and a man
Walking hand in hand into the sea
I didn?t want to be that man
Wanted to be that white sand
The burning edge of Eden?s land, be pure geography
With uncountable pieces of me
I?ve been down, been down for nothing at all
Got no kind of nothing at all
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door