From Louisville

Here in this dug well
There is where those blue birds fell
Where the hills meet the valleys
We can go where nobody knows
Where the valley meets the river
Quiet and calm we move along
Freeze temptation off their burning skin
Make their prisyn feel like a hidden heaven
Even when the door is wide open and the hell outside is begging for their hands
Let them wait for that perfect time to escape
To fly out
Here in this dug well
There is where those blue birds fell
Sweethearts, don.’today you ever give in
Even when you are at your end