I sing and drink and sleep on floors
And try hard not to be annoyed
By all these people worrying about me.
So when I'm suffering through some awful drive,
You occasionally cross my mind.
It's my hidden hope that you are still among them.
Well, are you?

Oh, You Are the Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place - Don't Be Frightened of Turning the Page (2001)