I live in a tiny closet

A lukewarm cold water flat

With room for a couple of cinders

A mouse, a hole, and a trap

I don't worry about the flights

Or count the stairs

'cause i know

Someone's there



I took a high paying sweeping-up job

Dusting after somebody else

Seeing that there's clean on the windows

Convincing the snow to melt

I don't worry about the ride

Or the subway fare

'cause i know

Someone's there



One day we'll move uptown

Or even out to the country side

And for every leaf on a tree

We'll add one cub to the pride



Who cares if the floor ain't level

Or if the ceiling falls in

Haunted by the devil

And ghosts and boogeymen

I can't be concerned

Why should i care

No place i'd go alone would compare

'cause i know

You're there


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