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?