Crazy Woman Creek
I hiked down to Crazy Woman Creek
It was twice as high as it was last week
I wasn’t quite sure just what that meant
But I knew it wasn’t good, and so I went
Down to the bank where the water met the land
Rolled up my sleeve and stuck my hand
Deep into the water, then I let out a shriek
Something bad was goin’ down on Crazy Woman Creek
Love’s one of those things you can’t ever know
You might try to hold on, but you gotta let go
It’s something you give, not something you get
But I hadn’t figured that out quite yet, so
Now the water was up to my knees
And I yelled “Won’t somebody help me, please!
Give me a hand, ‘cause things are looking bleak
I’m stuck in the middle of Crazy Woman Creek!”
I wish I could hold on to all of those times
When the water was warm and all the lines rhymed
But time brings changes in much the same way
That a strong enough current will wash you away
Now the water was up past my waist and I realized
Escape would be harder than I had just theorized
A minute ago, or maybe it was a week?
It’s hard to keep track of time in Crazy Woman Creek
You’ll try to hold on to what you think is yourself
But too much love can be bad for your health
Test the current first, or you’ll go too far
And by then it’s too late and you already are
Covered in water right up to your head
In a minute or two you’ll probably be dead
You’re tryin’ to swim, but your legs are too weak
‘Nother fool just drowned in Crazy Woman Creek