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-gray 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