Everything begins somewhere

This is for all my Minnesota compatriots.  You all know where the Mississippi really begins.

Everything begins somewhere.

I like to trace things back

To their source.

I stood at the headwaters

To the Mississippi

Pretended I was there,

At the beginning,

Even though the water

Originally came

Up from the earth

Down from the sky.

It is still complete mystery

Where it all began.

The Mississippi is my Minnesota metaphor:

The headwaters at Lake Itasca,

The dividing line between

Minneapolis and St. Paul.

I lift my feet

So they don’t get wet

Every time we drive over the bridge.

The Mississippi is my Minnesota metaphor.

Louisiana has its own interpretation,

As do

All the states between.

Everything begins somewhere.