Down Here in the Valley

Lord, Lord, Lord,
where should I go?
Is it up through the hills there to Portland?
Is it down the coast to Mexico?
Is it up in the air?
Is it down underground?
Is this, place even really on earth to be found?
Cause I’ve, looked all around,
and I, ain’t found a place, to call, home.
So weary I wander,
and lonesome I question,
is heaven really so far,
for this rolling stone?
Cause down here in the valley,
I wish the mountains grew closer,
I wish the fog’d fill my memories,
till over I’d roam.
Until I’m out there on the hilltops,
where the views aren’t so fleeting,
you’ll find my heart beating,
this bleeding-heart poem.
Cause it’s lonely in the nighttime,
when the lights of this city,
shine down with their pity,
and cast light on my woes.
I feel naked under hot lights,
my soul all in the spotlight,
but no one ever sees me,
out of my clothes.
And I don’t get much pleasure,
no I don’t find much pleasin.
Just teasin and tauntin,
now you’ll find I’m a ghost.
And heaven, oh heaven,
oh why do I question?
I’m stressin and guessin,
but I’ll never know.
Still stones I been turnin,
and my gears have been churnin,
and I’m learnin, and I’m yearnin,
and I’m burnin to go.