I don't know East Texas from Louisiana
And I don't know Alabama
Or where Atlanta lies or where Atlanta is tonight
And Indianapolis summers in park and recreation pools
And car-sick vacations in size eleven in “I'm going to Heaven” shoes

And I don't know God
And I don't know anyone
And I don't know God
And I don't know if anything at all will be alright

I don't know Billy Ocean and I don't know the ocean floor
I don't own any albums
I don't know anything
I don't go to college anymore

I don't know God
And I don't know anyone
And I don't know God
And I don't know if anything at all will be alright

I've got my hands on the woman
And I don't know where to put them