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. And 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. And 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. 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 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. And 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.