The great depression

Letra

October bit like cheap gin in the throat, I read the numbers in my fraying coat. Men held their hats like they held their pride, You held my wrist when the crowd surged wide. A storefront radio coughed out jazz, A headline screamed what the country was. But you leaned in close, not quite a kiss, And that was the first crash: wanting this. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where our great dream disappears. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where we drown in unshed tears. Great Depression—Great Depression, here our great illusion fades, Great Depression—Great Depression, I learn what love is worth when it’s taken, not betrayed. We rented Tuesday nights above a bar, One narrow room, one borrowed jar Of sugar, of hope, of “please don’t look,” Your tie hung neat on a kitchen hook. Outside, the landlord counted what was due, Inside, I counted heartbeats—mine and you. Then Mrs. Crowley—always at the rail— Saw you leave too late, saw my face go pale. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where our great dream disappears. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where we drown in unshed tears. Great Depression—Great Depression, here our great illusion fades, Great Depression—Great Depression, I learn what love is worth when it’s taken, not betrayed. They’ll write it down as banks and bread, As men who jumped, as debts unpaid. They won’t write how you fixed my cuff, How “friend” was never word enough. They won’t print the part that made me bleed: That love was there—then illegal need. So I keep you folded in my chest, A quiet headline no one guessed. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where our great dream disappears. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where we drown in unshed tears. Great Depression—Great Depression, here our great illusion fades, Great Depression—Great Depression, I learn what love is worth when it’s taken, not betrayed. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where our great dream disappears. This is the Great Depression, the Great Depression, where we drown in unshed tears. Great Depression—Great Depression, here our great illusion fades, Great Depression—Great Depression, when it’s taken, not betrayed.