Olivia, please
Won't you wade through your fine southern *dark*
Cry through the black, and if I don't cry back
It means I've run home to Nowhere, New York
May you dream your most bravest dreams
May you find a more gracious lover
May he treat you better than me
May it last for so many summers
Olivia, please
Won't you wade through your fine southern *dark*
Cry through the black, and if I don't cry back
It means I'm halfway to Nowhere, New York
I see signs for Routes 23
See the Indian moon rising yellow
O'er this fallen down Dairy Queen
Pregnant Indian ghost in the window
Olivia, please
Won't you wade through your fine southern *dark*
Cry through the black, and if I don't cry back
It means I've run home to Nowhere, New York
Where the hell is Nowhere, New York?