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?