Seventh Song Songtext
von Jess Williamson

Many of my friends now are ending their twenties
They see Saturn′s return and the changes he brings
I got a good idea, I just can't find my pen
We′re all waiting for life to begin
But ain't we always more or less heading West?
And I got a good man, he don't sleep Sundays
He′s got the work week weighing on his brain
But I love him for his plans, and I love him for his sanity
And I loved him when he said
Will I be proud of all the money?
Like any desirable woman I use words like free


My choices are light and easy, easy
Here I am at 25 and I can′t sign a lease
Mostly I survived off people being nice to me
But I hope home can be home
And I'm hoping I don′t have to leave
And I hope he knows it's all on me
And I′m so, so sorry
I got honey for the hungry
And everybody gets a little piece
But do you know how holy it is
Just to quietly sit with someone?