Not from Nothing

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