Seventh Song from Native State by 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?

• Folk
• Los Angeles