Deep Gap Blue
(B. Malkus)



i'm busted to where i can't make it on time
this old road she's fading in line
i'm sorry my friend
i could share some with you
it's a shame though
the sorrow's all mine

i lie alone in this valley so steep
the black oaks enslaved with sore spines
this new road of water
she's paved from on high
it hauls me down that crooked line

you're like some willow
you won't weep til' you're grown
but the people don't understand
ride me on down to deep gap again
and bathe in these frivolous faults of a man
so keep right on searching
and still you won't find
and then you'll know
the sorrow's all mine