Gotten so good at hiding it / Even he does not admit it / That glittering flash in his eyes / Makes it look like he might be alright / If the blues are you hunter / Then you will come face to face / With that darkness and desolation / And the endless depression / But you are not helpless (Songs: Ohia)
And what shall I do / When it finally crumbles away / Pick up all these years / That I seen myself throw away / To where I know it will be safe / From all your broke / All your broken hearts (Micah P. Hinson)
I miss my farm and family / The hills and the woods / I got a girl back there who’s good to me / And I’d be there right now if I could / I spent a lifetime underground / And I don’t want no grave / Just throw my ashes in the field / And hope there’s some soil left to save (William Elliott Whitmore)