The Riverbed
Heart, heart in your mouth, hand on the paper
The new work that you found
The gift of your depression weighs you down, down, down, down
Then, when you wake for the sixth straight day with a Tanqueray
You will rise, rise again, and drink again
Hurtle hurtle over the breach
Let your body fall out of reach
On the day that you find your thirties have left you childless
Remember when you meet your coupled friends with unease:
The world will forget all the good they have done
And the world will forget all the good you have done
Hurtle hurtle over the breach
Let your body fall out of reach
Out of house, out of thought, out of your mind
Lay your head, lay your heart next to mine
And try to admit that you might have it wrong
And when you admit that you might have it wrong
Thunderhead, thunderhead
I will be your riverbed