I got a place with a view
  You can see the cars
  As they travel down the freeway
  To clubs and bars
  There's a woman downstairs
  With matt-grey hair
  An' she smiles when she tells me
  There's no room for me here
    They've got it in the city
  They've got it in the country
  But here in the suburbs
  It's all so wishy-washy
  It's all so wishy-washy
    I got another place
  This time with a fireplace
  An' a woman can come around
  Write poetry and feel safe
  I said it's good for me now
  But I'm not being fed
  I said it's good for me now
  But I'm not being fed