Wishy Washy

I got a place with a view

You can see the cars

As they travel down the freeway

To clubs and barsThere's a woman downstairs

With matt-gray hair

An' she smiles when she tells me

There's no room for me hereThey'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-washyI got another place

This time with a fireplace

An' a woman can come around

Write poetry and feel safeI 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