ryan bingham
too deep to fill
Oh baby, me baby, you kiss these poor lips of mine Please tell me that you love me, and your heart is forever mine I gotta hold it down inside me, and I feel it's too deep to fill I've drowned my poor heart in misery For so long, it's too far gone to heal  I'm going out to the country,  I'm going to see if I can find out why That lonesome place where once was lost And I hope to be home on supper time And I'm going out to the desert I'm going to see if I can find out why The people on the land are pausing in the sand And I hope to be home for supper time  And I'm going up on a mountain I'm going to see if I can find out why That cold mountain river, no long makes me shiver But I hope to be home on supper time  And I'm going out to the forest I'm going to see if I can find out why People all around are still cutting it all down  I hope to be home on supper time  And I'm going upon the ocean I'm going to see if I can find out why No one wants to bother with cleaning up the water But I hope to be home on supper time  And I'm going to New York city I'm going to see if I can find out why Them boys on my street stole the shoes off of my feet And left me without food for supper time  And I'm going to join the protest I'm going to stand up and sing This time once again, stand up and be a man Cause this land was made for you and me  Oh baby, me baby, you kiss these poor lips of mine Please tell me that you love me, and your heart is forever mine I gotta hold it down inside me, and I feel it's too deep to fill I've drowned my poor heart in misery For so long, it's too far gone to heal