Lyric Wishy

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