From this hill village on the Mississippi
I
watch Louisiana always over there just
Across
the muddy river where shoreline
Cottonwoods give way to cotton fields
And that’s
how I think of you—as a place
I can see
from over here in Nixburg over here
In
Nothingtown where I can’t touch you
And
sometimes I remember how you say
Hey
babe long time no whatever it is we do
You
say we never we never knew you say
Listen
dude you should know you can't
Travel
through the time you travel in when
You
time travel—and it’s not from nothing
If
it’s all the same O all the same to you 
