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 want to write our names on a culm 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