Dark Hollow
By David Bromberg
I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow
Where the sun refuses to shine
Then to be here alone, knowing that you’re gone
It would cause me to lose my mind
Chorus
So blow your whistle freight train
Carrying me far on down the track
I’m going away I’m leaving today
I’m going and I ain’t coming back
I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow
Where the sun refuses to shine
Than to be stuck in New York City
In a small room with you on my mind.
Repeat Chorus