There was a creek
Down in a hidden island
Called Cripple Creek
Those who went down
And stood in it's waters
Were said to have drowned,
Crippled by the waters
Crippled by the stream
Crippled by the cold
So, I wander down to the creek
With hope that the waters
Might drown out my feelings
That they might sweep away the pain
So, I wander down to the Cripple Creek
Hoping for it to take me
And one day I'll return
Anew, refreshed