Nothing Songtext
von Thrift Store Cowboys

Congratulations!
Are in order for the few who led ranks
Found flowing remnants of
Dried water tracks dead in their banks
For a tongue so dry as the desert terrain
You have nothing
You have nothing
To remind you of where you were going
And what′s left behind
Staring at orange
While cooking in kitchen
The welled tears reflecting off of the pane
A house before the thermostat
Cannot bring a husband back
To these cold, hardwood floors
And clean baseboards
No this place will never be the same
Sent far from their forests to farms
Where even grass leaves mistaken landmarks
You're drinking the blood while enduring the land


At least the knife at your side leaves you feeling
Something
For a tongue so dry as the desert terrain
You have nothing
You have nothing
To remind you of where you were going
And what′s left behind
What's left behind
Reading an epitaph
Heart attack of the ancient
Close your eyes and get consumed by it all over again
It's been raining for years now
With no sign of let down
At least the knife that keeps cutting leaves you feeling
Something
No this place will never be the same
You have nothing
You have nothing
You have nothing
And yet everything
Reminds you of where you were going
And what′s left behind