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