East Yosemite

If they knew what carved into The bark of that old tree Both our names divided by A heart designed by me Well, I'd be in the county jail And wishing I was free Deep in the interior of East Yosemite If they knew what slept next to Their famous waterfall Glad to rest where I can't text Or accept any calls Though that wall of sound Would drown it all out, thankfully Deep in the interior of East Yosemite