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
