Thursday, April 09, 2020

The Bottomless Lake

We are falling down,
Down to the bottom
Of a hole in the ground.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
I'm so scared, I can hardly breathe.
I may never see my sweetheart again.

John Prine (1946-2020) [on Aimless Love, 1984]
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