Swim Towards Your Troubles

When it all goes down

Swim towards your troubles

And try not to drown

An old friend in Manhattan

Said we're living out a pattern

As he paced the kitchen floor

He talked about his parents

Said he'd been pulled out by the current

And he can't get back to shore

When it all goes down

Swim towards your troubles

And try not to drown

He said he really should quit smoking

Asked if I remember Brooklyn

I said how could I forget

And he pushed for my opinion

On whether he should split the difference

As he lit a cigarette

When it all goes down

Swim towards your troubles

And try not to drown

I thought about my marriage

I thought of my divorce

When my thoughts were full of freedom

And my hands full with remorse

When it all goes down

Swim towards your troubles

And try not to drown