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