I am sitting by my window;

I am thinking of my rent.

I am looking through my pockets,

And I'm wondering where it went.

I am feeling like the Devil,

Maybe like the Devil's wife.

I am singing for my supper.

I am singing for my life.



Things go up and things go down,

And we have all these highs and lows,

But are we even in the end,

I don't think anybody knows,

But when I look from my window

I pretend that I'm in France.

You know I never have been there

But I might jump at the chance.



Tell me what do you do

With a troubled mind?

Do you sing? Do you cry?

Do you wait for a better time?

Do you think about tomorrow

When you're living in today?

And can you stop this tide against you,

Make it go the other way?



And when I look from my window

I can hear the little bird sing;

And I like to hear those little birds

Because then I know it's Spring.

And Spring comes after Winter,

Surely all of this we know.

And Spring is really coming,

It's just so god damn slow.



I am sitting by my window;

I am thinking of my rent.

I am looking through my pockets

And I am wondering where it went.

I am feeling like the Devil,

Maybe like the Devil's wife.

I am singing for my supper.

I am singing for my life.