Paroles: Title Fight. Shed. 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 golden space

Our hands always shake when we cross state lines
That make hearts race, our mistakes
Peaceful dying in my sleep
That's just right with me
While the kids back home relate
To the rhythm that's below Market Street

The mountains surrounding
Mark 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
That make hearts race, our mistakes
Peace with dying in my sleep
That's just right for me
While the kids back home relate
To the rhythm that's below Market Street