With Me It Goes Deeper

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

When the going gets rough
Some people wonder
Whether to weep or
Matter-of-factly
Laugh the thing off
But I know exactly
With me it goes deeper

I just crumple up
Fold and go under
Hearing the reaper
Shuffling onward
To level the crop
That's ripening sunward
With me it goes deeper

When the going gets fair
Some people dither
Whether to leap or
Shyly and nicely
Offer a prayer
But I know precisely
With me it goes deeper

Overjoyed or forlorn
One way and another
I can't seem to keep a
Sense of proportion
Dance until dawn
Or drink to extinction
With me it goes deeper
With me it goes deeper