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 dont worry about the flights Or count the stairs cause I know Someones there I took a high paying sweeping-up job Dusting after somebody else Seeing that theres clean on the windows Convincing the snow to melt I dont worry about the ride Or the subway fare cause I know Someones there One day well move uptown Or even out to the country side And for every leaf on a tree Well add one cub to the pride Who cares if the floor aint level Or if the ceiling falls in Haunted by the devil And ghosts and boogeymen I cant be concerned Why should I care No place Id go alone would compare cause I know Youre there