Crescent-Shaped Depression

The mountains surrounding

Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave

I'll stay far away, but to keep my place

I wanna write our names on a calm bank's face

Our hands only shake when we cross state lines

I've made hundreds of mistakes and peace with dying in my sleep

That's what's right for me

While the kids back home will leap to the riverbeds below Market Street

The mountains surrounding

Haunt the boundaries only mentally

Never set free, you know where I'll be

There's a time, a place, when and where they'll bury me

Our hands only shake when we cross state lines

I've made hundreds of mistakes and peace with dying in my sleep

That's what's right for me

While the kids back home will leap to the riverbeds below Market Street