Room With A View
First thing he does
When he climbs out of bed
He searches out a place to
Drink his daily bread
He wraps himself up tight
In alcohol
It keeps him warm at night
Like grandma's shawl
When he was a child
With everything planned
And his body was clean
Now he sits all alone in
A room with a view
With the brick wall he's run into
Life has a way of leaving
People like him stained
First thing she does
When she goes out at night
She sells a smile to get
What fills her up inside
She brings plenty home
And slowy gets stoned
In a room by herself
Alone in a room with a view
Of the brick wall
She's run into
Life has a way of leaving
People like us stained