Too Deep to Fill - Ryan Bingham

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