Well there has to be more to me
Than just sitting here in misery
Such a lazy way to be
Prostituted mediocrity
I'm most obliged that you still call
Though your hangman doesn't thrill me at all
I'll raise an army from my bed-side table
Just as soon as I'm able to

Take the slow train out of here
It's been a week and I'm still here
Selling cold lies from my window

And it's so easy when it's rolling my way
And it's no wonder I sleep half the day
Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy
And it's so easy sitting by the window bay
With nothing honest to say

Well there has to be more than this
A morning fumble and a half-asleep kiss
Tell me something oh tell me true
Do you hate me as much as I love you?
Where's the money, make the deal
Cut the chat around the slow reveal
You can find me, though I'm seldom available
But totally predictable
Take the slow train out of here
It's been a week and I'm still here
Selling cold lies from my window

And it's so easy when it's rolling my way
And it's no wonder I sleep half the day
Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy
And it's so easy sitting by the window bay
With nothing honest to say

I'll take the slow train out of here
It's been a week and I'm still here
Selling cold lies from my window

And it's so easy when it's rolling my way
And it's no wonder I sleep half the day
Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy
And it's so easy, so easy, so easy
Sitting by the window bay
Each and every other day
Sitting by the window bay
With nothing honest to say