The Riverbed

Heart, heart in your mouth, hand on the paper

With the new work that you’ve found

The gift of your depression weighs you down, down, down

And when you wake for the sixth straight day with the tanqueray

You will rise, rise again, and drink again

Hurtle hurtle into the breach

Let your body fall out of reach

On the day that you find your 30s have left you childless

Remember when you meet your coupled friends with unease

The world will forget any good they have done

And the world’ll forget any good you have done

Hurtle hurtle into the breach

Let your body fall out of reach

Out of thought, out of house, out of your mind

Lay your head, lay your heart next to mine

And try to admit that you might have it wrong

Try to admit that you might have it wrong

Thunderhead, oh thunderhead

I will be your riverbed